Malinda Poetry

Tonight after wave-break and wave-leave after wait, waiting, intersection and go I scramble over the rubble of leftover conversa...

Continents and communities villages and commons memory and regurgitation: these are the traditional homelands of scattered conv...

At Gangarama Temple. Pic by Sandra Mack In the afterglow of that sublime moment there was as there was before and as there...

There are crowds and crowds, some suffocate some breathe life, there are peopled crowds of routine courtesy shrilled with peo...

Container is for eye the preference of color and shape moulded for taste and pick-me-up pulse; lighting is for delicacy ...

‘Say something!’ someone will say, some day. ‘Say one thing,’ perhaps the plea may be. Say ‘no’ and this is why. One t...

There’s a lyric with an ‘anon’ byline not for ignorance but for multiplicity of author, written by encounter and loss hope ...