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Spring winds around

A crucial & fascinating aspect of this current reality for me has been the concept of mutual aid becoming so relevant & resonant during a time of uncertainty & melancholia.

Mutual aid is a principle & practice I have believed in & for a long time; believing it had the possibility to transform our perspectives & actions, our relationships with one another.

It has been an inspiring silver lining to see people distributing essentials, support & care to one another as a means of alleviating the duress of this epidemic. Solidarity driven mutual care is wonderful.

In the past year, I have both received & offered this instrumental practice of love & direct action.

I appreciate what we have built collectively. This is a present which has created many unique & enduring collective reverberations.

Spring winds around us
Chaos, interdependence
Full moon reflections

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: for day 26 of a month of poetry 2021 & the dverse Haibun prompt to write about the present


Featured image by Alexander Ant from Unsplash


Flour, salt, water

Photo by

Zoë from Unsplash

It was a Saturday afternoon. Animation audio spooling through the aqua, red-roofed bungalow. Cozy. She would let me play with the dough from whatever bread or baking she was making. She also made play dough for me, adding food colouring. She explains, not for the first time, that the homemade play […]

Flour, salt, water

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Flour, salt, water

Photo by Zoë from Unsplash

It was a Saturday afternoon. Animation audio spooling through the aqua, red-roofed bungalow. Cozy.

She would let me play with the dough from whatever bread or baking she was making. She also made play dough for me, adding food colouring. She explains, not for the first time, that the homemade play dough recipe is similar to that for lots of recipes, like poori, for example. 

She’d let me play with the poori dough too, always in a good mood when she fried dough for bread, which she would do, singing.

She would say that the home-made play dough was as good as the store bought kind, & she wasn’t wrong. She knew things. She was confident about that. It made me love the pink dough & the blue dough the most. She made them for me after all. Me at the kitchen table making art. Her making our life.

Small tree sculptures from

Flour, water, salt & love

Outside, wind sounds spring


For this week’s dverse Haibun prompt A walk down memory lane.

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis