Malinda Poetry

Rites of passage through passages of time marked by feet so grounded they had to move to drumbeat and chime both wrough...

And that which begins with black yields to gold and then to blue and by and by we are rainbowed into and out of our miser...

Once it does, the rising sun buries waiting and in a deft flipping of chart wrecks and reinvents color and line dresses detai...

[Angampora] Fight is fight when heart is hard fight is not fight when must-do things are divested of passion; nothing c...

When perishes all treasure houses of knowledge gathered through the ages, when stops all thoughts the conjuring of images a...