poem

POETRY / Writing a memoir

There’s a purgatorial break between these stretches …flaxen against the lights

KHERO KHATA / The people within me

I am not a single name. Not a single wound.

KHERO KHATA / Fragments

Grey chips of rough cement  Rust rubble all around,

KHERO KHATA / Mosaicked wounds

This was the way it ended: not with fire, But carried quietly under sleep-beds,

POETRY / I loved you because I did

So go in peace, be free, be kind.

POETRY / What do you want to be when you grow up?

I cannot tell you that I want to be intoxicated, inebriated, and stashed away for the rest of eternity while holding your hand at the mediocre fair in the middle of the crowd of ill-mannered school-children who grew up too soon

POETRY / The companion

It said, 'You've brought a return ticket with you friend / Remember, people are not meant to be held onto.'

KHERO KHATA / The moon is a cheeseball and we are effervescent

The moon is a cheeseball,  Cratered, yellow, and huge like your eyeballs 

KHERO KHATA / déjà vu

Moving mindlessly and / Etching every alley along the way / With verses devoted to you

June 21, 2025
June 21, 2025

Writing a memoir

There’s a purgatorial break between these stretches …flaxen against the lights

June 14, 2025
June 14, 2025

The people within me

I am not a single name. Not a single wound.

June 14, 2025
June 14, 2025

Fragments

Grey chips of rough cement  Rust rubble all around,

June 14, 2025
June 14, 2025

Mosaicked wounds

This was the way it ended: not with fire, But carried quietly under sleep-beds,

June 8, 2025
June 8, 2025

I loved you because I did

So go in peace, be free, be kind.

May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I cannot tell you that I want to be intoxicated, inebriated, and stashed away for the rest of eternity while holding your hand at the mediocre fair in the middle of the crowd of ill-mannered school-children who grew up too soon

May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025

The companion

It said, 'You've brought a return ticket with you friend / Remember, people are not meant to be held onto.'

May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025

The moon is a cheeseball and we are effervescent

The moon is a cheeseball,  Cratered, yellow, and huge like your eyeballs 

May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025

déjà vu

Moving mindlessly and / Etching every alley along the way / With verses devoted to you

April 19, 2025
April 19, 2025

Mould

A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last