Poetry

The Floating Ballerina

It feels like you have been in a constant state of dreams and illusions. The…

All They Saw Was A Skirt

Black fishnet stockings. Black thigh-high boots, block-heels, slightly worn out-leaning to the left As if…

Get Over It!

They say don’t bite the hand that feeds you But what happens when that’s the…

From Foetus to Woman

(Audio recording included)   We were foetuses when they mapped out our lives some of…

Urban Unconscious

She saw him last night Taunting his other in road rage Swerved his anger to…