travel bag packed, but not ready to go: Poetry

Previously published in Allegro Poetry Magazine.

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to the lover who never wanted me, with retro love

like a love song on the jukebox in the shower, you sauntering into my dream-entangled world; sizzling, my heart misimagining polka-dotted fancies; twisting our barren-desert  bodies to tunes they don’t play anymore; your fingers whispering, We’ve Only Just Begun;my Superstar, the moon is envious; my soul soaked in Chanel No.5, twirling in a red polka-dotted…

Ways of Seeing/Loving: Photo Tale

love, a lonely enchanted garden; i, sunshine shimmering on dew-kissed ivy walls. love, a (w)hole in the wall opening into a parallel life, where a woman (who is not a witch) lives in her own gingerbread house in the birdsong-filled woods, dreaming; necklaces made by her lover glinting on her pale neck. love, whose ivy…

The Ant Soup: Poetry

Last night Mummy made me eat chicken clear soup, except it wasn’t chicken clear or clear chicken but filled with ants. Mummy, it’s filled with ants Eat it all up,she says But Mummy they’re ants, ants ! She doesn’t believe me, and so she forces me and scolds me, and frightens me, to eat the…

Saudade: Poetry

Saudade i. the starlit sky is a love poem for the girl in a polka-dotted dress her fingers entwined with his, he who chants her name like a spell of love. two glasses of cranberry juice in a porcelain tray wait in the sand, as the waves tickle their toes; and a transistor plays a…

Cake Making: Poetry

mum’s polka-dotted apron would be stained brown and yellow; a child would peer at the strange orange universe inside a yolk and a crow would search for treasure inside empty egg shells lounging in the sun. there’d be flour on the floor, like powdery snow, and the smell of daddy-brought chocolate mixed with the richness…