welcome to my world

i made origami tulips

2008, the first time my finger pressed the shutter.

i held your hand for the first time, afraid you would hate the fuzz growing just above my knuckles.

i walked through a field not long ago, felt fingers of grass grab at the back of my knees. i watched my red-headed abuela pick...

today, the sky has no depth;

it’s a strange thing to see people grow up

my legs are maps but there’s no scale, no 1:500, no eastings or northings no hint of home. a few millimetres above my knee, a blue roan...

A few weeks back, I submitted some of my poems to an up and coming online magazine; New Constellations.

shukran

poet’s can’t have such big feet:

i don’t know some things, such as finding mystery angles

i’ve never thought of the science behind space, nor wanted to understand it. yet the moon has always been my comfort at night; when there...

i started writing my a’s like swirly twos...

their stories intertwined with mine

soon i glide over paper, dance my way through the lines, teetering on the purple margins, bleeding out scribbles, butterfly doodles,...

if time must come to an end yet be an infinity larger than others, let the voiceless dialogues flood the streets. have them wash over...

the house that floats on the sea, isolated enough to make one forget, just for a while. almost none have swum far enough, to reach the...

i was recently given a writing prompt, to write a poem inspired by a painting. here's the painting and the poem i wrote: -(1992) The...

today i looked up at the cobalt sky, littered with castles of clouds, illuminated by a sun that had taken so long to emerge, after weeks...

a bustling hubbub of pedestrians, hopping along the white stripes graffitied into the ground. the smell of fresh flowers drifts between...