Monsoonal light of our childhood

And a friendly reminder, as of April 2017, my first collection – BONE INK – is available for order from Guillotine Press.


Another teaser from my new poem posted at Verity La. To read the rest head to the site.

Monsoonal light of our childhood

In the Malay of childhood, you’re eight,
our hands are sticky
with frangipani sap. It’s rainy season;
you have starfruit juice, caught
silver on your chin,
the essence of a cloud.

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