Why must I suffer acne still? What trick of fate, whose wily will? I am too far over the hill, refuse to take a teenage
Category: health
The Last Train (Sonnet)
We wait at the station, Mother and I, one final stop for her – painless she prays; I linger at bedside – prolonged goodbye –
Desert
Take me to the desert with mountains at our side, walk with me in shadows, let nature be our guide We’ll stroll amongst the cacti,
Tired
so tired… the heaviness of slumber settles on me like a straight jacket – no point resisting… was it a poisoned apple that struck me
Genetics
I search for father in this pain, recall limbs wrapped, liniment-lathered, how he cried out relief beyond reach judged his suffering as emotional – a
Calm Yourself, Woman
Circumstances shift – breath the fertile air – let dreams fly; expand embrace change – hope, now winged, an explorer bursting with possibility. I would
