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...

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...

i Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes the men – they...