Category Archives: poems

Contortionist

I’ve often found myself contorting,squeezing into other peoples’ boxes.Maybe it’s because I’m small.I can fit into places easily. But my stomach hangs over my legs,petruding over the line. Stuffing never helps. Hiding can often reveal more than what was hidden. So I stopped contorting.

On The Fence (+VIDEO)

I’m tired of sitting on the fence of femininityand dangling my hairy legsover the edge. I’ve been in this              tossed-coin region for a while now, mid-air, frozen and floating. I am      a moment,a feeling rather than a whole human being: anticipation for a result, Because, of course, I need to pick a sideContinue reading “On The Fence (+VIDEO)”

What I learnt in 2018 (+video)

January 2018 I learnt that some lame NYE traditions aren’t actually all that lame? I still prefer drinking Shloer instead of wine and sitting on the sofa doing nothing eating pizza with my parents doing nothing but watching the BBC fireworks with my parents instead of actually going out and doing fireworks. February 2018 IContinue reading “What I learnt in 2018 (+video)”

Teacher

It’s been so long since I’ve written a poem, at first I was afraid to write. I stopped writing a while ago because I felt like I had nothing to say and if I did have something to say I wouldn’t say it right. Then, this summer, my grandma passed away (may she rest inContinue reading “Teacher”

Ode to my broken piano

On the days that I do not love you my love looks nothing like love. In fact, it looks much like not quite the opposite but an in between state: A half-working key, an almost soundless note pressed against my finger-tips.

Big Bad Wolf

I But grandma, what big eyes you have!That does not make myvisionany lessnarrow If you knew mydesiresdear I may see you takeflightas quick as asparrow. II As you’re pretty so be wise;Wolves lurk in every guise  But, if insatiable desires arehumanthen what does that makeme? If I am not humanhow can I befree? III “TheContinue reading “Big Bad Wolf”