Root of the Problem

Rooted to a spot. Unable to leave. Green with envy of the freedom, For other un-tortured trees. A root of the problem Is something not to be leafed out. In...

On new places and old roots

The grounds where I planted my roots lie over seven thousand miles away. I’m here now and it’s been two years, but it still...

Radicle

“I am the roots that grew where sari hems met England’s paved streets, Probing deeper, deeper for life, hope and, one day, belonging. I am the...

I’m having the dream where your body is a forest that I want to...

I’m having one of those dreams where I’m in love from the backseat, and there’s a boy looking at my body like it’s a holiday — something...

Summer in September

Across from you, I hide in plain sight, sipping on a fix  Of iced coffee and neurosis. Watching your words spout Off into sentences which resolve...

Pull

I often think about all the loose threads I throw away. How many times I’ve cut the circulation in my thumb whilst pulling a...