Jesal Kanani

Motherhood, heartbreak, loss, love - even the tangible: vegetables, beaches, forests and salons, oh, I wanted to write about it all! The brevity of form made it possible to cover a stunning range of landscapes - emotional and physical. Like a jigsaw puzzle, I kept arranging, rearranging lines in poems, addicted to that dose of serotonin that washed over me when a haiku or tanka set well. Guavas pop-up here as do sunflowers, nieces and lovers. Playful...