Like all good birthdays, it began with a pigeon.A patient and unruly thing,she had wedged herfeathery body betwixt the chimney and our old living-room fireplace. So, my dad,shovel in hand,broke the seal between her world and ours,as she joined us on the coffee tablefor cake cutting. Like all good birthdays, it followed with friends.Those impatientContinue reading “21”
Hi everyone! Thanks again so much for all the love and support I’ve gotten for this series ❤️ Unfortunately I’ve had such a busy day I’ve not had time to write, but I can assure you I did go outside and did do some writing. For now, please enjoy this glorious photo of these matchaContinue reading “Agora-Poetry: Update”
On a warm summers day, in the early hours of the morning,my non-Indian friend told me ‘Priyanka, you’re giving me Indian aunt vibes today’. Now, naturally,I was worried. Because my friend is non-Indian, this could mean one of two things: Her observation wasn’t correct because she wasn’t affliated with Indian culture OR Her observation wasContinue reading “Ways I’m More Like An Indian Aunty Than I Thought”
For a little bit of context, check out the Agora-Poetry blog post! How do I start this…? I’m not very good with words,but you know that. You know that I’ve always been the one who pushes forward first,right left, right left, right – but then you left – No…let me start again. I know howContinue reading “A Love Letter From My Right Ankle To My Left Ankle”
my bluetooth headphones, a glow on the ceiling turn toconstellations, a tiny midnight azure too marvellous for a camera to touch.
I have been told people who take warm showers are lonely,that they crave bodies. So, sometimes I think myselfevil brute,chewing onflesh to tear itfrom their bones tobuild myselfprecarious bodies,upon which I can balancemy very delicate ego. But mostly, I think myselfone-eyed cyclops, narrow-visioned,searching only for warmth,as cold rain pours from the showerhead above.
A visual poem made of an old school project and newspaper headlines.
A funny first kiss poem, or horror story? 👻