Poetry The Dark Keys I have the piano keys, Printed on my body. Black and white, Dull and bright. At some points, Notes are the darkest. At others, Just Read More »
Poetry Trembling towards the Sun How much distance and difference is there Between a mountain and a molehill? And how far are you determined to climb To insure your problems Read More »
The Walls We Build The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
the so-called naked truth I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at
Perfect Submission Another child has been killed by yet another house-help – this time they are both males. The boy, a child of 3, was placed inside
Aunty Philo At exactly twelve noon, she was found dead. Sitting all by herself, a fat old cat resting at the foot of her chair; oblivious of