6am.An empty classroom;darkness pooling across the deskslike it belongs here,like it’s waiting. My phone glows against the nightthat refuses to leave,a Russian song slipping through…

I watch the faint white steamDance upwards from hot sage tea Leaves steeped  In my mother’s favourite mug I adore Friday mornings When I hear my nosy…

How do I keep goingWhen there is nowhere to go? How do I stay awakeWhen nights stretch endlessly? How do I stay hereWhen I do…

I hope I haunt you —bone-deep,like an ache you pretend you don’t feel. I hope I drift through the corridors of your nights,curling beneath your…

My mother hands me A bowl of pomegranate seedsAs she hands me a love   So brilliant and bright As vivid as the crimson juice Staining…