One step forward Three steps back Little feet darting about Sheer rapture in every step Clapped on the mouth Then clasped in joy Two chubby little hands Flying about in mirthful glee Eyes dancing, face shining A look of awe on the face Excited chatter…

The reflection, looking back, resemble a Unicorn. The grandchild that adores Unicorns saw it too. Often, in moments of crisis the words, “I am Not a Unicorn” could be heard but still magic would happen. When you are rare, you are a Unicorn. Don’t even…

There are high pitched giggles of youth combining with swirling motion, a never ending energy There are colorful walls filled with impressionistic art as fictional characters dance across the floor. A light streams in from a hidden door as an invisible wand… oak, supple, dragon…

And lo, I stood above the clouds, breathless Flying birds beneath me swirled, restless To travel beyond my elevated sight Everything for once seemed right Revolving around the planet I saw it all Now below there was a war Only hatred flowed with ignorance at…

I am the beads of sweat Trickling from my scalp To the puddle forming Under my feet. (I am not my feet.) My hand-me-down sneakers Accuse my legs Of that I am guilty of; (I am not my guilt.) That the sun Towards which I…

Of course I am smiling.  I define me. I am a prude that wears the red lipstick that people once considered rude if not on the lips of women with low discretion. We smile together now. Because we know it means freedom…and power. I am…

9 pm, darkness encroaches. Sleep is an idea formless and forthcoming… I am ready. Just one more thing…   12 am, evening beckons. It is time for sleep, the cloud is ever-present. I am tired. Just need to finish up…   3 am, twilight shrouds…

A white light shines on me Its fluorescence harsh, unyielding Like a thousand tiny needles stabbing their points into my pupils The room is a tomb With clicks and taps Breaking its sanctity Clawed fingers grapple at the keys Rambling, pausing, rambling again Uncaring of…

Outside my window   A clothes line on which I’ve hung hurriedly my towel and my t-shirt— wrinkled   A few flower pots with seasonal flowers— all colours   A white wall with fine cracks— revealing its grey body

Black velvet on your ivory skin   Hair pinned bare neck   A sideway glance from you, Senorita, lights my sullen room