Petri at his Wreath By Sandy Lender   Some bright bauble round Reflects your eyes’ perfect shine Excited for Christmas day And the wreath with which you play Darting through the opening Dancing, squeaking, fluttering A glance to me then swing back through Beads of…

Listen Hunting Dodge Duck Wood The following is the recipe for finding an ideal lover. Follow the rules. Keep it close and you may just about find your ideal lover. It is a difficult task to find an ideal lover. However, if you insist on…

What Is Your Name? You’re the longest relationship I’ve had, yet the strangest one there is. No one understands us, they forbid us to kiss in the eye of the public. When I speak of you, metal bracelets are wrapped around my wrists, confining. They…

RECIPE FOR BECOMING A PSYCHIC   Books Clouds Trees Childlike Curiosity Suspension of Disbelief          Marinate liberally in 1, preferably for many years early in life. This will be easier if you naturally gravitate towards the wildness of life, because you will…

recipe for surviving the end of the world 1 cup awareness of surroundings 500g courage, finely diced 1-10 plans, of some sort (raw, half-baked, well fermented) 2 tablespoons willingness to take risks at least 1 other person to help more than your fair share luck…

I met you when I was just 18 You were an adult and cities  shook when you spoke And I could not see you  In your perfect, round ‘fro And your queer, astute blackness I could not yet see myself   Reminding me that poetry…

Ingredients: One accommodation, occupied solely by yourself A scattering of well-meaning friends, popped up from nowhere One long distance relationship One far-away family A mixed bag of acceptance, fear, pride and loneliness Method: 1.Take the accommodation and stuff well with largely useless items Bought in…

Pink ribbons scatter across the blue tapestry Rows of lush grass frantically cover the fields Like melting ice cream, the sun dips below the sky Two hands hold on to each other, waiting for more A soft hum has consumed the both of them Their…

Kunti’s Choice Mother Kunti grieves not for her sons Her own helplessness tightening her soul She’s sure her son will be among the winners But she will be the loser War is never a happy choice for mothers Whether friends or foes Hour 1 @varenyas

Pump Irresistible – how could I not buy those purple snakeskin pumps with the black patent leather platform and 5-inch stiletto heel. Stunning, and a divine sign – one pair left and my size, discounted, clearance, whatever. I had to have them. I strolled through…