Choose Life

Choose Life… Because there is a little more milk in the carton The newspaper boy will arrive in the morning There is a sale on brown rice at Wegmans Blueberries are really good this season And there’s a new Pizzeria in the neighborhood   Choose life… Because the theatre’s playing Hamlet this month Regal is…

I Say Nothing

I’m sipping cola from my almost empty can Mommy and I shared it at first But then she said I could finish it. It is hot inside the bus but we cannot get off Not yet…. We must reach the good place Where no one will shoot us for not putting Our “hans’up” fast enough–…

Umbrella

The worn blue canvas fades to a shimmering grey, As the first flurries of snow fall upon my old, faithful umbrella. I remember walking to school under it, sparring with Delhi’s tropical monsoon. A child’s adult treasure, Practical yet playful; my umbrella was a masterful actor. The king of make-believe Of battles and treasure hunts,…

Lost in the Shoah

What is death? A last memory in the throes of fevered nightmares Stiff and twisted bodies tumbling out of a cattle car Hungry lips torn away from a mother’s bosom too soon Two sips of water not given after a day’s hard labor The stench of unwashed nakedness in the snow And charcoal-scented Dial bars…

Real Women

Real women are fat Real women are thin Real women are also Somewhere in between.   Real women are curvy Real women are sharp Real women are arrow-stiff They’re a walking work of art.   Real women cross their legs Real women spread them wide Real women may not have legs And that’s perfectly fine….

Seventeen Vacant Desks

Daddy, don’t be mad, I can’t make it to football practice today, I’m under my desk, hiding, I’m staying quiet and trying to pray.   Brad’s lying a few feet away, I can’t tell what’s wrong, There’s so much blood on his face, I’m scared but I’m being strong.   Miss Tracy is trying to…

High on NY

Bagels and pretzels smell like the morning, Of businesswomen rushing to board meetings… Starbucks in one hand, Louis Vuitton in the other, Manhattan is for the materialistic, they say… But in between the narrow spaces in perfectly applied fake lashes, The powerful strains of Christine’s anguish resound, As a phantom from the shadows makes her…

Two Of Me

There are two of me that live inside our humble, little home. The red me; bold and fiery, alive with every beat of our heart. The white me; boring and broken, living because we must. The red me wants to pack a lifetime in each breath we take. The white me complains that even one…

A silent storm: Irom Sharmila

“Irom fasted for 16 long years, in the hope that her suffering would bring change. She broke her fast last year when she realized that she needed to find another way in the face of the establishment’s indifference. She contested elections this month and received only 90 votes, as opposed to her opponent, Okram Ibobi Singh,…

The Absurdity of International Women’s Day

I am a fantasy of your lonely nights, Two breasts and a butt; A hole to fuck, For all days of the year but one. My intellect is a mark Of my unattractive androgyny. My sass is too ugly. Your macho instincts need A coy little lamb, For all days of the year but this….