I’m experimenting here. Every alternate line links with the other, i.e. the bold with the bold & the italics with the italics, to form two separate poems in essence. If you’ll read it as such.
I started with a clean sheet, with her name calligraphed across my heart
The Geisha moulded me like Origami pieces
Folding me over, cropping and creasing Continue reading →
I looked at the religion of my birth
There were questions it couldn’t answer
I looked at the religion of oneness
And found that there were many