Suffocation When I was seven, my aunt told me How my grandfather had died The previous night In the blanket of hospital grey Wrinkled nails…

I remember how you’d cook My favorite meals Even though It pained your fragile frame And how your culinary skills Surpassed all else I remember…

I conjure up its silhouette in my thoughts, moulding it; Its warmth like pinpricks in my palm, Soft, beating, almost like a child’s - it’s…

Ma taught me Ma taught me To make cookies small Nothing bigger than a tea-spoon sized piece of dough I wanted to make huge cookies,…

A few days short of a month back in my homeland  and I can already tell you A few reasons why I should  (for your…

I saw your picture today: The caption included 'my best friend' But I'm not in it. If I were to take those three words apart…