Dreaming in June

When June arrives, it feels like summer has arrived. The light is golden, the breeze is warm, the forests are full and the trees glow green. In June, I like to laze around in the garden, sip iced tea and cold coffee, explore the city and the woods and read books on grassy blankets. It’s…

Firesmoke

Poems require reading to stay alive. They require palms to enclose them in & pockets to keep them safe. Open your palms and empty your pockets. These poems are waiting for you.  

Firesmoke Book Launch

  FIRESMOKE BOOK LAUNCH   Join TSAR Publications, Sufi Poets Series and author Sheniz Janmohamed for an evening of music and poetry to celebrate the release of Janmohamed’s second book of poems, Firesmoke. TIME:  Doors open at 6:30pm, Show begins at 7pm LOCATION: Beit Zatoun House, 612 Markham Street, Toronto SPECIAL GUESTS:  Playwright and Storyteller, Sharada…

Lessons from the Sea

  Just before I left for a much needed vacation in the sun, I found out that my second manuscript of poems had been accepted to be published. I hardly had time to process the news before leaving, but the time away from the frigid winter gave me an opportunity to think and plan carefully…

The Year of the Toothache

2013 began with a toothache. A terrible, pounding toothache. A toothache that kept me awake all night. I was travelling to India in a few weeks and had to find a quick solution to the pain. I gargled with whisky and ate cloves. But the pain wouldn’t go away. My wisdom tooth wanted out.  Thankfully,…

Capturing Stillness

All that is personal soon rots; it must be packed in ice or salt. -Yeats The trees are bending over with the weight of ice, cracking and tumbling into fences. Colour is preserved and encased in crystal that will melt in the light of the sun. But for now, capture this brief moment in time-…

Meditation on Winter

  “Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson What happens when the last leaf falls from a tree? Branches are crusted in ice and the fine dust of snow. Winter is upon us, and while I loathe the biting wind, the layers of clothes and wet boots,  I’m also…

The Green Man

“Our remote ancestors said to their Mother Earth, ‘We are yours.’ Modern humanity has said to Nature, ‘You are mine.’  The Green Man has returned to the living face of the whole earth so that through his mouth we may say to the Universe, ‘We are one.’” – Terri Windling, The Green Man: Tales of…

Colour and Light: Leaves as Inspiration

The wind picked up and I could feel the chill in the air. I knew the rain would be coming down any minute, but this leaf of leaves had to be completed. Nothing else existed in that moment except my search for colour & light. * A circle doesn’t have to be perfect to be…