In the fridge lies your bowl of beaten coffee,the scrambled eggs slide off the panand into......

is that I am grinding masala, changing bed sheets, fixing a lunch for two, folding laundry,......

The heart’s barricades are open.Sailing tomorrow. The quiet neighbour, darkBut for nativity in the far corner.......

Crows flyfrom the tunnelof her tongueless mouth,aliens in theland of the sun The girl with the......

Walking into my poem she sat like a metaphor on hunger, her child slung on her......

They decided to do just that. The three rolled on the ground by the shadow of......

It’s the tree,’ said the dryad shortly.‘What’s it doing?’ said Rincewind.‘Living.’    -Terry Pratchett and the eyes. the......

It’s the tree,’ said the dryad shortly ‘What’s it doing?’ said Rincewind ‘Living.’...

How rapturous, this dance of light on leavesThe wild storm in the shal forest makes my......