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...

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

Few people notice you in the way they fail to see the storm cloud when it does not emit lightning.   Fewer people listen because you lose the urge to roar— thunder does not sound without a lightning flash.   So, you put your self back on and utter, half-removed, unfamiliar, and many see you sputter, but still do not lend an ear   because the storm cloud’s flare is without its force, and though its current reaches, its thunder does not please—   it will not carry the lies the