A bed full of your truths

‘full house’ is one of my favourite pieces in my first-ever poetry collection, not poems, just words. it’s filled with truths and the tentative presence of memory.


No hate. Just love.

The recents events in Orlando, Florida, have rattled me to the core. After wallowing in the shadows and weeping copious tears, I thought long and hard about what everyone really needs during these dark times. All I could think of is to give and share love, love and more love. It’s one of the reasons why I write about love, with an ardent hope that it provides some comfort and peace to someone. Let go of hate, bigotry, indifference and intolerance. Get love to do the work. Get love for yourself. Get and give love to every single person on the planet. It’s the only thing that matters.

if and when