Malinda Poetry

What is the traditional homeland of love, that born-free, living-free place where gaze, compassionate or otherwise, does not cause b...

This is the hour of the Lion Flag, it flies from a thousand buildings, from houses and vehicles, bicycles and buses, gathering dust ...

I like to draw lines define spaces not in the manner of an architect or cartographer, no but I like to play with heart-crayon on m...

Yes, you are damn right it is! May Day falls on April 29 th , on January 1 st and December 31 st and everyday between, it is t...

This land is every land there ever was and ever will be, this land is not foreign to foreign soil, gaze upon it and that’s all it tak...

Cinnamon is bark is bite and flavor-flush, intoxicating aroma too, a lakeside, a garden commodity and profit-giver, and l...

Fresh, so fresh, exciting! hot, so hot, hotter than Global Warming at its worst water is play-invite rain or sun it’s li...