Beyond Silence

Beyond Silence

There are times when my tongue’s wrung of words folded upon itself in silence. Listening. Just listening to the caught breaths in her praises the low dips in the “I’m good” the slight pause as she pushes the conversation along. Beyond silence.... Read more
Don’t Swallow My Name

Don’t Swallow My Name

Performed at Pen Powered Mic II on 1 August 2014. Don’t swallow my name. Don’t bite on the vowels and spit out consonants you feel should remain. As though only a minute part of me is worthy to linger on the tip of your tongue; the rest discarded to the... Read more
Painting Portraits

Painting Portraits

They ask me what my mother looks like and I tell them her heart is purple pulpbattered from the squeezes and tugs knowing Baba might be another face stamped with a number to be matched to a body. I tell them her eyes are crimson plates their stark green offerings ran... Read more
Crevices Deep

Crevices Deep

Some freewriting tonight because some words are feeling louder than others. In her deepest crevices, she cries. And although they watch the tears fall, they won’t see them; not because they can’t, but because they don’t want to. In her deepest... Read more
I Can Wait

I Can Wait

It’s okay, I can wait. I can wait for you to finally say you’re not okay. I can wait until the bruises fade, the swelling around your eyes subside, and the colour of your cheeks shed their crimson specks. It’s okay. I can wait for you to swallow the... Read more

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