Malinda Poetry

                    And one day when applause has died and the delighted have burdened tired streets with leaden feet, when wings imagined a...

Verse-hair braided with fairy lights crafted nonchalance dripping in the pitter-patter of footfall accidental and deliberate — I look up the...

There’s something citric about you something king-coconutty too flavors and colors were all the fragrance there was — cuts through enormitie...

At the edge of a feeder-canal the ghosts of mee trees felled long ago stood and as though nudged by an andaheraya remembered by one and all...

So she wakes me at 3 o'clock wakes me to coffee and home wakes me again a little later and the coffee's still warm strays from her u...

                        Times of confidences come to me as gardens from another planet unnamed but clearly mapped with libraries and books s...

Raindrops wearing bird-song shoes intermittently measured cobblestone byways, a ghost train whistled to a ship without sailor — the wind tol...