Digital Sue   Digital Sue, Digital Sue. I can use my phone better than you. Make reservations, buy tickets, too.   Digital Sue, Digital Sue. Silly old woman, what did you do? Froze the computer? It was brand new!   Digital Sue, Digital Sue. Analogue…

Yes, it is true. I can not physically go right and left at the exact same time But i most certainly can hate your actions while still feeling love for you I can smile in your face while mental loops play grainy what-if footage of…

Jana-Alisha O’Dell It’s always been you. The quiet evening beckons birds home As the sun begins to set, a cool wind overtakes. Night is ready to set in, Tuck in, Tonight’s sunset is quite the show. Light dances on the horizon Sweeping hues of a…

We gathered together like leaves in bad weather we huddled in hollowed husks All that is left now of what asylum once was

Strong and enduring Multitasking everyday Seguing into roles With almost no delay. Planner, economist, Administrator, teacher, Sometimes nurse, Sometimes chauffeur. Housekeeper,decorator, Par excellence The family’s first Line of defence. Primary care-giver Entertainer, singer, Whose soft lullabies Still linger In my memory… Who was she?

It’s dark inside my room empty spaces and empty thoughts Not a colour in sight trapped in darkness. It presses on my frontal lobe but not enough to erase the pain joyless, soulless. Want to come inside?

Prompt: “Write a poem with the last line being a question and the answer being the title.” No amount of saying sorry, will soothe your broken heart. Hands sweating, mind racing, rip off the bandage, it must be done. A loss for the best, time…

Dolled up makeup messy marked down natural help done What am I to you?

I see you so full of pain and despair The pain you’re feeling I seem to share That’s probably hard to understand But I’ve been there too I can hear your silent cries Because I’ve had the same pain I see in your eyes I…

Once these were busy thoroughfares On a green and sunny day Water rushing up from the roots Processed food being carted away. This was an oxygen- processing unit, too, Till the air itself turned into fog, And the winter chill settled itself down To write…