“One day the river will over flow And there’ll be nowhere for us to go And we will run, run Wishing we had put out the fire
There is fire on the mountain And nobody seems to be on the run Oh there is fire on the mountain top And no one is running”
-Fire on the mountain -Asa
Today, I stretched all the way to the door and thought I would leave. My arms held me tight but I was also reaching out. From the outside in, from the inside roaming in the clouds. When you look up an
I am standing still. The sky swoon Over my glaring soul. The moon in angst Over a lover who fell On my shoulders. Everything, pressing On me to move. Put the stars back In their place. Configure the c
i Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes the men – they come with keys, and sometimes, the men – they come with hammers.
