These Are Not Memoirs

These are not memoirs These are words that have passed from generation to generation Through the mouth of babes and crippling women Words that have latched onto our subconscious like sea creatures that have caught our attention wading, floating... backstroking and surfing These are not memoirs They are inbred expectations flogged into the hearts of... Continue Reading →

The Other

  Maxine was the name of the woman in the pyjamas and the perfect hair The one that came when the muddiness arrived to fill my eyes Maxine would cook and clean, Scrub and Buff The one whose mind is not easily displaced Maxine felt no sadness or confusion The one who is driven not... Continue Reading →

That Orange Thing

Hue, Glow The intense cantaloupe Blazing above like an aura Big, Bright, Hanging low making the hours seem so slow formulating this mirage to seem so real sweat and the drowsiness a part of me This ample colossal luminous streaks cutting the grand azure into bits Sun rays spiking off my skin The radiant sky... Continue Reading →

The Ouvre

The Oeuvre God's Oeuvre I see it about you The crisscross of your bright and dark tones the lines pulled taught at the nape and sure strong bones tenderly covered thinly protected by the stretch of dermis Your natural jacket The husk that fosters you Your defense, your insulation Showing, Crowning The paintings of the... Continue Reading →

The Woodpecker

kok, kok, kok We heard him every night when we tried to act like we were sleeping Eyelids squeezed tightly shut bed sheets soaking the sweat that poured from us labored breathing and swallowed spittle kok, kok, kok Why did we hear him only when we went to bed when our parent's raised voices had... Continue Reading →

The Wrap-Up

Hoarse She was hoarse from screaming Was it a nightmare, Please let it be a nightmare She had been running down in the dark corridor for such a long time The walls were sweating all around her sweating blood His little voice was all around her inside her, on top of her, everywhere "Don't do... Continue Reading →

Chafe

Start Here I hear their voices droning on and on I need this sleep to take me but how would this happen if they never stop talking? Start Near They talk about pedestrians, about girls in red dresses, about constitutional mistakes and the slavery of cab drivers in a state with bad roads and a... Continue Reading →

I Give To You

I give to you My largest duvet so you can hide under and busy yourself in the bed of my thoughts, be pillowed by my over-protectiveness, entangled in the warmth of my angst I give to you my scissors To trim, and cut yourself down, shorter, way shorter than the largess that has been bestowed... Continue Reading →

I Don’t Remember

I don't remember if I was a troublesome child If i ran when my mother told me to sit or if I cried she she tried to tame my unruly hair I don't remember If I was a smart toddler If I learnt my Abc's  as I should've Or I dwelt in the comfort of... Continue Reading →

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