Poetry

love the skin you’re in i used to hate my body because it was not like those of models...

Woman beneath the Sheets It rained the night before and it rained on a woman beneath the sheets. I...

The Curse of the Red River “My body is aching and my soul is seeking. I am not myself...

Justice for the Body   I heard somebody was criticizing my body..

When I feel alone I remember back to my childhood days And those Three Stones1.

Her tongue-moistened lips, He savours them in sips. As her eyes meet his, Their looks caress and kiss.

We are cat (h)air   & sky             every colour here          ...

This morning I watched a neighborhood boy throw his model plane into the air

Certain foods have their reputes. Oysters. Ginseng. You can guess why the tomato, fragile as a beating heart, is the apple of...

Do not call me now I do not want to answer I am pretending to not be me while these tears find their paths...