Take Notes
“This is urgent. Take notes.” He said.“Your fragrant breath…” She bent deeper into her steno pad. “ Your milky skin and sugary lips could melt under…” “I got it… Read more »
Across My Window
I want us to be the pair of geese, sailing in love in that little pond across my kitchen window. My idle imagination begins to soar. My eyes holding the… Read more »
A Tale of Growing Up
This piece first appeared on Parent.com “Mama, can you stop at MacDonald’s drive-through? I’m super hungry.” says my 14-year old son. It’s Thursday evening and we are returning home from… Read more »
Grief and Motherhood
This piece first appeared on Mothers Always Write: My sister calls to tell me our dad is ill. I book a flight to India the next morning. Now, my sister… Read more »
The Red
She bleated at my rhymes. I picked her droppings. She was nowhere, the morning of Eid-al-adha. Father returned, hauling the bulk in his arms. A stray dog followed, sniffing. Her… Read more »
Little Hunter
She purrs, slides from my lap, walks towards the kitchen.Hunkers down — ears thrust forward,back raised, tail twitching.I start. I am curious too. Written for #MicroMondays
Kiss Rehearsal
All eyes fix on the groom, Rob, as he enters the stage from the right. The tuxedo makes him look taller and handsomer. His light smile like his gelled hair… Read more »
Unadapted
Since I first held a pencilSun’s been perched between two mountainsSentries guarding its glareUntil one erodes, meets with EarthDates show a year has passed althoughMy eyes squint and blind everyday… Read more »
