Love enters like incense,a slow exhale of sandalwood and jasmine,curling against the edges of my skin.Tantra whispers: be still,let the … More
Author: Sherley Delia
Strike While It Sizzles
They told me,“Wait for the stars to align.”But darling,I’ve seen stars only alignwhen I tilt my head just right,squint one … More
Becoming Is My Sport
I’m not yesterday’s draft copy—I’ve been edited by fire.Transformation keeps me interesting,keeps me agile,keeps me laughing at the ideaof ever … More
Not Everyone Deserves the Waters That Healed Me
They ask what I’ve written,what I’ve birthed from my ribs,what rose from the salt of my open woundswhen I finally … More
God in My Skin
I stopped queuing for permission slips.Stamped myself approved in ink made of starlight.Turns out the holy water was in my … More
“The Angel in My No”
When I say no, it does not thunder,nor crack the earth beneath your feet.It arrives like light through stained glass,soft, … More
The Art of Deleting
I emptied the drawer of my spirit today,half-loved receipts, unsent letters,dreams that expired like milk in July.What a cluttered archive … More
Final Boarding Call
Life, my dear, is nothing morethan a string of boarding passes—some stamped “one-way,”others “delayed indefinitely,”and a few with destinationswe swore … More
The Chessboard of Discernment
Not every smile is sugar,some are salt dressed in silk,and envy—ah, envy—wears perfume to mask its scent. Friends clap loudest … More
Dancing at the Threshold of Love
We danced at the eve of the Taj Mahal—a place where marble remembers devotion,where every curve and arch is a … More