[tabby title="Poem"] my dearest babara today i sawkids without slipperssons who leavesons who leftgirls withdaughters with daughtersfathers without kinmothers who singi saw headmasters that cryshy prostitutesand reverends with shopsshops without windowsbabies asking me "how to let go""How do we let...

[tabby title="Poem"] The Anguished onehe is to be found every morningat the traffic stopthe robot’s red to green colour paceholds his daily fatethe discolour of his skinsmell of his breatha testimonyto the faint memory of his last bath The Wannabe...

[tabby title="Poem"] Sometimes it's there sometimes it's notSometimes l imagine l imagined it,A figment of my own imaginationAn image born from the depths of a housewives boredom.Ooh don't think little of me,See l used to be someone,A bright-eyed girl with...

[tabby title="Poem"] Last night, I had my most intimate encounter- with fire!The closest I have ever hadThe closet I hope to ever have Seeing its deep orange flames rage in a hurryHearing its advance with crackles of furyFeeling its heat...

[tabby title="Poem"] The pregnant sounds of the city street belowFilter with ease into my quiet roomA sprawling expanse of shacks lay lowTightly packed in brown and dusty gloomOver the lake with black water aglowDense trees and shrubs in whose depths...