Her teeth grow sharper when she speaks, and her words interlock without breath like the jagged rows lining her jaw. She hurts. Sometimes...

I ask for patience to befriend time, to give space to my labours of love, not to rush or stunt their growth, to cherish the transition...

A woke friend with dreadlocks in a wide brimmed hat, through a fog of incense, below a dream catcher, above a mound of tie-dyed rugs,...

I finally realized why I am afraid of having you. I am afraid of loving you so much and then losing you. Life has taught me that things...

A kind lover’s love has a way of filling the gaps in my order of things. It cushions the seats. It shines a sidewise gleam through the...

Like a gull, you migrate northward in the spring, and return to my life after months, fluttering. But something in your distance, and the...