Burn by Mishka Hajee

[tabby title="Poem"] I watched the season turn.Summer’s sunflowers have been cutand the leaves in the treesbegin to burn. Autumnis the shedding of dead weightwith every leaf that falls. We mourn the passing ofwarmer monthssummer flingsand the familiarityof former friendships. If...

The Morning is Sacred by Mishka Hajee

[tabby title="Poem"] In the cold, still morning air,a silent call awakens mewhen the world is asleepand I am alone with You. In a few hours, I will be plaguedby the routine and monotonyOf daily life -Emails, domestic chores, family duties....