Door I opened the door A girl stood there her blonde hair drifting in the wind She said My mother told me not to go to the mountains she said there is nothing to eat in the mountains and she said I will get lost in the mountains and I will slip...

      Diaspora I lost both my lovely uncles one after the other to another country. Jubilantly they had passed their examinations and once equipped with white coats and certificates they poised to join the gloried institutions only to find corridors...

      Melt If a white bear’s weight tilts the floe where once he stood in balance with the ice― If he opens himself to a barely discernible scent of seal but it drifts off like sleet― If a bear pads the asphalt of a seaside town sallowed by streetlight...

      Without you I won’t believe in ghosts but the day after they told me you had died, I saw you everywhere we had been. Not there in that dark garden shed with me as I built a gate, that startlingly first bright day of early summer but in India, that...

      Paper Dolls She did well, my secret twin – kept us alive, deflected blows, absorbed each wound into our body, quiet as a tree. I didn’t notice her leave until the wind whistled in and a bird flew from my mouth. Later I unfolded myself like a chain...

      To a Good Night’s Sleep You know how it goes but never why or when – perhaps it’s all that cheese and caffeine or a black cat crossing but sure as broken eggs make omelettes you can bet your life that one night all your hidden quirks and...

      Little Monuments my brain is no longer full of pound coins paperbacks with my name on    rainbow flags tax bills    Instagram followers    my brain is now Dad’s pierced left ear lobe that I touched for first and last time in chapel of rest to see...

      Long Haul In Buenos Aires, the high-rises are built with stacks of premium steak, while in Patagonia, the killer whales like to beach themselves, Tuesdays at half-past four in the afternoon to play a game of pat-a-cake. Bake me a cake, as slow as...

      Major Arcana No. XXI: The World  You could believe the all is dancing somewhere where the body is not bruised, where hearts are glowing like an earthrise, where all time and time’s losses, all wrongs are resolved in the golden snake that winds...