Fiction & Verse

The Bullets of Anxiety

'Sometimes triggered by an external event, or that pessimistic stream of thoughts.'

As the towers kiss the sky, we forget the yellow helmet and orange reflector coat cladded people who anchored it to a solid foundation.

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.

This poem digs into the deep recesses of one's heart as to what it tries to become and what it finds inspiration in.

The poet decides to clean his room before moving out of his parents' house.

This poem is about the callousness of some break-ups.

A poem on the personal tussle between standing for what's right and marching ahead with the rat race.

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