Title: The Crossing Author: Manjeet MannGenres: YA, Poetry, Drama, Social Commentary/Critique Release Date: Jun 3, 2021Bookshop.org (UK) • Waterstones **NO SPOILERS!** As a sceptical reader with very particular tastes, this book made me cry. I am a very fussy reader. I’m not afraid to resign a book to the ‘never read’ pile the minute aContinue reading “Why Should Refugees Be Accepted? | The Crossing by Manjeet Mann – REVIEW”
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Tokyo | NaPoWriMo #19
Tell me, you city of resounding solitutude, how many leaves shall fall until I breathe your wintry air again? Because, my trees are replicas, fakes, pinks that could not pass in your skyscraper walls. How I long to be wrapped in their embrace one more, and hear a language that is more sweet song thanContinue reading “Tokyo | NaPoWriMo #19”
Like Church | NaPoWriMo #17
Like Church, we kneel Like Church, we pray Like Church, we eat Like Church, we sing — but in Hindi, because it is my voice, free to roam the temple, found in hidden corners.
Lucozade | NaPoWriMo #16
after Jackie Kay’s ‘Lucozade’ Lucozade – fizzy, light, bouncy like the boys who used to drink it. In our school, we had vending machines full of them. But at an all-girls-school no-one wanted to be the fool that got fat from Lucozade. Well, it was too late for me. My stomach was already a bubbleContinue reading “Lucozade | NaPoWriMo #16”
Laundry | NaPoWriMo #15
that smell of laundry someone else’s laundry is making its way in through the windows spreading itself in my bedroom like a blanket gently kissing the floor i lay there and close my eyes as my eyelashes gently kiss the rim of my heavy under-eyes.
Monopoly | NaPoWriMo #14
Today, we played Monopoly. Even in hypothetical terms, I know I’m not cut out to be a landlord. I cried. And I didn’t stop crying, until my dad gave me money to get me out of bankruptcy. I have always been grateful my parents had money, There parents before me did not, but my parentsContinue reading “Monopoly | NaPoWriMo #14”
This time | NaPoWriMo #10
This time mum told me I am prone to spilling things, What like clumsy? No like beti. Next time he told me I am prone to falling over What like clumsy? No like daydream. Before that I told me, I am prone, to, spilling things So like juice, No like, secrets. This time mum scoldedContinue reading “This time | NaPoWriMo #10”
Mornings | NaPoWriMo #9
as dry plants revive when water sits in their lap, i am quenched by sun.
This too shall pass | NaPoWriMo #8
When you need to wear a smile, And it feels like a pair of jeans stuck at your waist-line, Remember, this too shall pass. When you need to ground your feet, And it feels like a blender stuck whirring never actually blending, Remember, this too shall pass. When you need to close your eyes, AndContinue reading “This too shall pass | NaPoWriMo #8”
To Do List | NaPoWriMo #7
To Do List (for a typical day-in-the-life-of-a-poet): • Do write poetry/Don’t avoid writing poetry • Do feel all the feelings/Don’t let the feelings feel you • Do learn about poetry/Don’t forget to grow • Do remember to sleep/Don’t sleep at your desk • Do drink lots of tea/Don’t drink too much tea • Do re-arrangeContinue reading “To Do List | NaPoWriMo #7”
