Poetry

before I turn forty I want to turn into a woman: become im -perfect arrest my efforts at enough deliver the sub- par with pride I've been told women are allowed to do that before I turn forty I want to embrace the woman in me she knows perfection is a choice I never knew I had an option.

What would I do without the people around me? I could not survive alone in the wild. Not many would, and that is what makes us— the willingness of the strong to hold up the weak; the desire to tend to the sick, and for the Voiceless, to Speak. I am not lost. I am loved. I am loved. I am not a burden. I am not a burden. I am Human: a being who can take without giving. For as one hand holds me up here, There, I birth a child or wipe a tear. See, life is not a transac

Summer brings shocking pink crepe myrtle blooms, Lion cub roars and playful fun in all my house's rooms.

Philosophy punctuates silence when eyelids droop; A small voice questions: do spiders like soup?

You are my child,  my baby— and I love you. I made you. I say I made you. But, in truth, you put yourself together: growing all the...

The doors to my master bathroom are just that—doors. Plural. Double. There are two of them. I’ve seen them referred to as French doors.  ...

We lie, You and I, Under the open sky. We lie in fields of grass And watch the stars that pass Awaiting that escape that must come at...

Thank you, Love He takes care of the dishes and laundry, pays the bills and vacuums the floor; and while I'm still working, grabs the...

The wheels turn — ancient cogs, gears with perfect teeth pushing into one another in mathematical cohesion... ...do you believe in karma?...

Savor the small things— The little joys that flirt   right around the edges of your attention. Savor them. Make them last. Swirl them...

I'm falling apart in slow motion, each piece floating away from my core as I stare helpless. The farther it gets, the more I forget what...

during a flare; I’m feeling dehumanized   I am just a broken mind living in a broken body, seeing the world through a broken lens—...

I'm angry at myself at the world at pain and at noise; at the futility of my attempts to live without pain. It is no longer pain but an...

I am defeated. It happens. They come and they go— the highs and the lows as natural as the waves or the tides, or the wind;...

Learning to feel safe in safe places. Learning to feel safe with safe people. Learning to feel safe. Defense (Photograph...

I iron a small, collared shirt that fits baggily over the slim frame of my six-year-old boy: it is a little too long, and a little too...

"Trapped"; (copyright Lavanya Acharya) A sense of danger wraps around me like a tattered, worn, familiar blanket. It's been long since...

There is glass on the floor; coloured: red, blue, yellow, green shards of broken glass. My feet bleed. The sun shines as if nothing has...

I didn't realize it would be this hard to nurture all the things I hold dear, and at the same time allow myself to thrive. Let me do...

I have love to give. It tumbles out of me in bright globules, ready to burst. I have love to give and I give it.    I have love to give...