Redhanded by Batia Efrat

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Red like hearts red like lips red like the poison of your kiss red like your hands and their betrayal red like the cherry topping this cake red like the blood which runs from my veins red...

Anger, the heroine by Batia Efrat

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I am made in anger I am death and danger Finding homes in strangers Eating men, the 'saviours.' I brick not brimstones I am pain and tombstones I am the fire of anguish My power is I...

Tided by Batia Efrat

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] What was my heart before I met you but a castaway ship on a voyage to nowhere? Perhaps it is my fault for sailing your oceans, for riding your waves, for drinking all that spilled from your...

Family by Batia Efrat

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] My mother's embrace, the familiar scent of patchouli and sandalwood. Soft and warm in a cold, dark world – the only place I've ever felt safe... and vegetable soup, my Grandmother's recipe, the fullness of a house...

Sweet nothings by Batia Efrat

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] So many times you have abandoned me, ignited the flame of my love only to snuff it out. Why do I keep letting you in, I wonder? Is it because I enjoy the pain? Or is it...