Come on, little baby
Try, choose!
Where’s your fluidity?

To be born a female in Pakistan is to already have the odds stacked against you.

Depression is not something that is clearly and rationally defined, diagnosed, or treated.

It used to be sweet
Like Ward Al-Sham
Adorned with crushed pistachios.

Trey sidled up to me like he was trying to hold my hand. He didn’t. The boy wanted information.

A poem about courage.

Yours is the form of the centrefold; naked and plentiful and burgeoning in just the right places.

I never thought I’d get divorced. Hell, I didn’t think I’d face my first divorce at 27, just shy of two years of marriage.

They looked at each other, silently acknowledging that they were running out of time. In unison, they began chanting.

These days, I forget that I have a face. I do not brush; do not wash; do not clean it.