Poetry

Rushika Wick is a poet, fiction writer and physician from South London.

"...The poor people's silence..."

"...a color beyond reach..."

"...but what's buried grows..."

"...Timekeeper to the people..."

"...those lost ships they call men astray..."

"We tried to introduce Shakespeare..."

"...an avant-garde carnival of dissonance..."

Who in our world indeed would not prefer honesty over lies, and justice over tyranny...?

"Don't call the feds..."

"...a flip or flick of the wrist..."

"...And all because of Miss Pass..."

"...Because you are learning I will let you try that move again..."

"...I made the sign of the cross twelve times..."

"...falling heavy in smelted waves..."

"...flakes of skin and bone wrapped in long hair..."

"...something you want to make real..."

"...catching the high tide of revelation..."

"...there's no such thing as the past... each moment exists forever..."

"...my life insurance policy is a carburetor full of fumes, worn out filters, filled casket..."

"...No garden of Eden here. No gateway to paradise..."

"...Poorly practicing compassion..."

"...the scarlet-brown scars showing for miles, each scar deeper than the previous..."

A lover's song...

"Poet Jimmy becomes... Run-of-the-Mill Jimmy..."

"...keeping calcification at bay while smooth ships sail nearer to shore..."

"...Yet, every morning You reach across the mattress..."

"...Take my womanhood Off this flesh ..."

"Poet Jimmy promises..."

"...ideas pouring out like an ocean..."