So my luck – father’s favourite child, me, no boy for him… he drinks – thousand morning scold – knows I respect, make peace and,
Is the writing on the wall so cryptic – graphic images depicting rage, flames of dissonance, young men bleeding at their own hands compassion incapacitated.
We are guardians, caregivers charged with ensuring a future innocence cradled in our arms, hope, like an infant, trusting our choices, embracing our decisions; let
Malls possess a certain allure – contentment-in-a-bag offerings, an opportunity to escape reality, except gossip travels in crowds and I tend to shop for obligations,
Bought myself a big, old house with a myriad of rooms; needed it to accommodate all those I wanted to please – it’s what I
The day was sickly hot, and my allergies were bugging me. I just wanted to hunker down in the corner of my room and lose