A poem which reflects on how many mothers, bound by societal norms, choose to ignore their child's struggle.
A poem on what ordinary days actually mean.
In Nilanjana Bhowmick's, 'Lies Our Mothers Told Us: The Indian Woman’s Burden' the protagonists are middle-class women who have been lying to their daughters about 'having it all' with …
Perhaps I will grow to become a woman and age to become a mother and I’ll die to prove myself as a mortal.
A poem from the perspective of a fourth-wave feminist i.e. the poet, and her worries for the future generation of feminists.
A poem about the author's strained relationship with his mother.
'To think that I spent three quarters of a year inside her belly. Breathing inside her. Moving inside her. Becoming inside her.'
A poem that resulted from the author riving past his old family home that now lies locked.
This poem is a vocalization of the internal and external voices that played into the poet's body as she interacted with her newborn grandchild.
The person that I loved and adored the most in the world was suffering, and I was a helpless onlooker.