Book Reviews

The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah

Blurb: It tells the story of two sisters in France during World War II, and their struggle to survive and resist the German occupation of France. I thoroughly enjoyed reading The Nightingale for its storytelling and twists that kept me gripped to the novel, overwhelming me…

Prose

A Letter To My Old Self

Dear girl who had a shoddy past, I am hoping that we will never meet again and therefore writing this letter to talk to you, to confess, to thank you for the times you have been there for me when the whole world let me…

Poetry

I Dance

Do not be fooled when I dance Born  to survive I dance Born to resist I dance To feed on memories of conversations, moments lined with stars.. When emptiness invades my heart sinking with heavy dullness, I dance When keeping my head above the waters…

Poetry

Careless

For years, we smelled smoke. The facade was on fire, still measurements went un-taken. Flames carelessly set by those who ignited lives as if humans were candles. The bent spoons and broken bowls courted cracked cups? Many lessons floated yet the education was swatted away…

Poetry

I Will Stop Loving You

  When the sun doesn’t shine And dreams are no longer mine When hopes run out And volcanoes no longer shout When all the oceans become dry And you count all the stars in the sky When all the trees’ leaves wither And the earth…

Poetry

Unkn(own)

I’ve been to far off places, Not one of them were as queer as you. You’re like a strategy dug so deep, I sense sadness when I hold you Melancholy, at the rim of your throat; Like a place I’ve not known. The words pouring…

Poetry

Nightscape

  Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars.   Shadows brush across walls as trees trace their branches. Gathering and waving together then swaying apart.   While I sleep, stars glide through heaven making their…

Poetry

Winter Warriors

I have examined the night sky. Seen appear the moon, stars, and meteors. During winter’s freeze, Orion, lost in Crete, stands tall, his belt tight, against his waist, hosting the seven sisters , glowing, – Pleiades, bright. And to the North we view Perseus, holding…