The Future

Besides the most obvious and irrefutable physical threats to personal health brought about by the COVID-19 pandemic (be those virus or livelihood related), emotions have also become more heightened and gained a much greater sense of urgency. Anxiety, fear, and loneliness are some of the feelings reportedly skyrocketing due to Coronavirus raging across the planet….

To All the Girls I’ve Crushed On

The one where I’m extra swaggy… but also vulnerable and romantic and full of yearning – the kind that comes from the lack of closure (historical and anticipated). This poem goes out to all them (bicurious/closet-case) girls who showed varying levels of romantic/sexual interest, strung me along, were infatuated with me, lusted after me, loved…

Not with a Bang

The title of this poem is taken from T. S. Eliot’s ‘The Hollow Men’, from arguably one of the most overquoted stanzas in the history of poetry: This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper….

Patterns

Written from the prompt ‘the Wheel of Fortune card in the Wild Unknown Tarot’, ‘Patterns’ is the third poem in the Instagram suite of poems, ‘The #tpomarquarantinepoetry Series’. To contextualize some themes in the poem, the following is an interpretation of the card in question: In the Wheel of Fortune card, we find ourselves in…

Where Do We Go from Here?

The second poem for the Instagram suite of poems, ‘The #tpomarquarantinepoetry Series’ was written from the following prompt: Mourning the loss of freedom and adventure. And if you can insert a Buffy the Vampire Slayer Easter egg – given the apocalyptic nature of it all – even better. I wouldn’t dare call the Buffy reference…

Snowflakes

To kick off ‘The #tpomarquarantinepoetry Series’, an Instagram suite of poems, I shared ‘Snowflakes’ – written from the prompt ‘collective grief’. The Coronavirus pandemic has exacerbated anxiety and stress for many. It has also left us feeling a deep sense of sorrow, due to the postponement of our former lives. Concerts, travel plans, celebrations, etc….

The #tpomarquarantinepoetry Series

I was driven to poetry from a very early age as a way of sorting through my emotions and lived experiences. It became therapy to be: Being able to reduce all these crippling feelings to small chunks of text – almost soundbites at times – so that things I had no control over could be…

Debility

In many of the queer spaces I have inhabited for over a decade, I have observed and experienced how the toxic masculinity characteristic of heteropatriarchy has spun a web of femmephobic biases around anyone or anything perceived as feminine/effeminate/camp – portraying femmes as “less than.” For years, I have struggled with internalized femmephobia, often denying…

Terra Incognita

This is what happens when you feel too much and everything you do feels like a race against time: you write a poem that some might argue reads a tad high-sounding. And you know you should be working towards curbing your heightened instinct of self-preservation which, coupled with your almost crippling thanatophobia, supposedly gives you…

Sing, My Tongue

Of tongues singing in adoration, after coming to blows with the supremacist heteropatriarchy of nation-states. Of celebrating unbound passion, at the crux of all interpenetrating dimensions. Of climactic veneration of ceremonial vice, set amid a salubrious biome of nutritious blurs, where flesh and landscape are in indistinguishable form. Of spaces we can call our own…