poem: eyeing chickens bred for bread

eyeing chickens bred for bread
stuffing sounds inside my head
nodding off in midst of meetings
drinking teas but I’m not eating
take out foods, an hour’s pay
gone and swallowed thrice a day

sketch: would not show up

crude mono trace of a young girl in a ballet tutu

poem: clattering tide of shopping carts

clattering tide of shopping carts
in and out astride the moon
honking gulls and horns alike
sirens shriek and flashing lights
jitter, dance, we’re feeling good
welcome to my neighbourhood!

sketch: another wife

crude mono trace of a female figure in revealing attire, striking a pose, doubled and flipped

poem: close my eyes, can’t hear the quiet

close my eyes, can’t hear the quiet
see the ads but I don’t buy it
seeking noises more than light
I’m the princess and the knight
sonic boom of dragon’s breath
blurs the brain, obscures the rest

sketch: gimme a V

crude mono trace of a girl on one knee with her arms up in a V, doubled and flipped