I sent my poem Father and Dog to my dad and he sent me this poem in response! He is definitely a sentimental person but he’s never written me a poem before! I was so touched and happy and this is the sweetest thing he’s ever done for me :) so so happy. Little note: The two puppies he refers ...

two children and a wife in a foreign land You step onto cold, polished terazzo Who do you come home to? 8 o’clock specials and pre-prepared food your own mind and the drink the little black and brown one crept out, head bent low, tail waving in belaboured greeting Blackie came to be. A returned wife, one grown child, and ...

I don’t call myself a feminist. Since I was a teen, it has been plaguing me as to why everyone chooses to call me that instead of say, a postcolonial critic, a mathematician, a writer, a goof, or any of the things that I do actually identify myself as. Once, a friend joked that if we were playing Taboo and ...

I attended a seminar for justice and peace workers in Sri Lanka and had the honour of meeting some inspiring people working in grassroots groups. Below are two poems inspired through discussions with them and the seminar in general. The old adage If Money doesn’t bring Happiness what makes you think Economic Development is the post-war solution? Counselling, transitional just ...

(1) After enjoying a week’s holiday with my best friend in Tasmania, I was driven to Hobart airport to return home. I walked in and met pristine white walls and floors with a few, perhaps 8, conveyor belts at the opposite end that were the only barrier between your entry to the airport and exit into the plane. The belts ...