‘mine’ he was mine until a company cleared our village, dug a Mine...

Sit on my shouldersDo not look downThe mud that now dirties my shalwarIt used to be......

Women’s memoirs have interested me such as Ayaan Hirschi Ali’s unforgettable...

For Imroz Loosen the drawstrings of sorrow you clasp around that poem, my love...

And all of a sudden, you appearLike a starburstOr a meteor on a dark nightDistilling past......

The Shape of a Wound I’m almost certain it’s there, somewhere...

Not a tear fellFrom the old woman’s eyeAs she witnessed herDwelling set ablaze No tearEven whileGazing......

Metamorphosis As the fingers caress new leaves sprout out of the eyes weeping...

Flvctvat nec mergitvr I surrender my body to an ancient art, skilled hands marking...

Scars I let them be, as reminders of your futility, how you often hurl...