anak ko

past mahal / dressed in the garments / of two pronouns.

Jul 08, 2022
Giving Up Meat Made Me Love Cooking Nigerian Food Again

Cooking without meat has forced me to be creative in the kitchen and expanded the confines of my world.

Jul 06, 2022
Getting Sober Again

My two years of sobriety were gone in less than the length of a song.

Jun 09, 2022
Learning to Delete the Old Versions of My Digital Self

For a long time, I believed you had to keep these records. I knew so little about who I was and what I wanted.

My Dream Career Was Just Beginning When I Let It Go

Just as I was reaching the peak of my abilities—and as the pandemic began—I left professional ballet behind, before ever giving my dreams a proper try.

Jun 08, 2022
When Quitting Your Job Is the Answer to Everything

The email some anonymous stranger had sent to my boss was an agonizing reminder of how I lived, the choices I made, and the priorities I held close.

Jun 08, 2022
I’m Done Listening to My Family About How to Be a “Good” Mother

Their judgment is clear every time, and my aunt is the only one who is bold enough to say it with her chest: I am a bad mom.

Jun 07, 2022
Why I’m No Longer Defending Whiteness

The past two years have solidified my view that America may never change enough for me.

Jun 07, 2022
I Gave Up Pants—But Femininity Is Just As Binding

I stopped wearing pants in the name of physical comfort, with the emotionally uncomfortable result that I now present as a woman who wears dresses all the time.

Jun 06, 2022
Letting Go of My Toxic Ambition

I was agitated by the sensation that saying yes to everything and no to nothing, rising to the occasion, going above and beyond, was supposed to be the worthiest thing about me.

Intellectual Property as a Result

recently I signed a contract / which stipulates anything / I conceive of as a result / of the job belongs to the job

Mar 29, 2022
Laying Down the Groundwork

When I got up before anyone else / I took the heavy clams from the fridge / and put them in a bowl of cool water.

Feb 25, 2022

when his niece asks / tell me about Chía, the answer is always just: it’s a long story / but I think what you’re telling me, is that language is an inadequate grieving

Feb 16, 2022
“Path of Totality”: A Poetry Reading by Niina Pollari

Niina Pollari reads the title poem from her new collection published by Soft Skull Press

Feb 08, 2022
Ode to Diabetes

When I got better I ate / attention, the praise for being alive. There is no praise now. A needle, / a sharp’s box, yellow asking me to slow down.

Jan 19, 2022
Haibun on the High Bun

everything shifts as she twists and spins her hair, lifting it to chignon. / So self-assured, as if the gesture were always hers

Dec 22, 2021
playing the dozens with loneliness

your lonely ain’t alone if it’s waiting for him

Nov 10, 2021
Let Me Show You

oh, how my little joys have saved me

Oct 13, 2021
When your friend tells you: “these kids

at night, when i’m outside and / the wind shakes the chimes, it sounds like the bell

Sep 14, 2021
Ashes at Kande Beach, Malawi

Everything is an elegy these days, all chipped rings, / clipped wings.

Jun 29, 2021