This poem was written as a response to the piece Navigating Autism. I was moved by what Swathi Chettipally had written and I thought, “life goes on with all its ebbs and flows, perhaps accentuated at this challenging time, for children with...
Heroes of War Bracing themselves heavy armor coat after coat danger is principal. They enter war an invisible enemy the fiercest predator with an unidentifiable weakness. Their compassionate hearts drive a noble sacrifice for the protection of lives they...
ma To the woman who loved what had not yet become, making promises with unfolding fabric: We shared skin, but from you I grew into my own — an inherited thing inhabited, but never out grown. You hollowed a home within yourself, doorways forged from flesh,...
A Tribute Your eyes all tired and red for you haven’t slept in days. You work all hours, day and night Your cabin now a triage you have no place to even sit and rest your feet a bit. The scrubs you use are now to be reused, for patients come in dozens by the...
Starving the Indian in me spares no expense with words every sentence decked in red and gold every phrase clanging like the silver bells tied around the necks of cows tethered to stakes the Indian in me is the master of flamboyance every stanza bursting with...
