This city stretches tired legs, drapes curtainsof silence over those she disdains tonight. The candles are......

Those who have known holocaust children cannot forget them Hunched...

Where is a slogan born?When does a sack ofrice begin to speak? The moon laughs tonightas......

Learn to stop them mid-way like pranayama, hold them until they brim...

Women’s memoirs have interested me such as Ayaan Hirschi Ali’s unforgettable...

Who does my body belong to? I should think it belongs to me Unlike...

A bird has entered my quarter she’s confused It was her space back...

Scars I let them be, as reminders of your futility, how you often hurl...

When I was born, I took one quick look at you and thought, here we go......

Who does my body belong to?I should think it belongs to meUnlike my eccentric loverwho wants......