I don’t know what’s worse That I finally gave in and believed Or that you promised you’d stay Only to turn around and leave. I guess it doesn’t matter, anymore Except I’m here, and you’re not Surrounded by our broken dreams Once so full of…

I have so much I’m s’posed to do within a day, within an hour, within a week, a minute too. I just need to do so much each day, like get through work and clean things up a bit, as any adult does. Yet for…

I’m sitting here at three in the morning, Clock’s ticking and the house is sleeping , Three hours until the sun will rise , Three hours until my sons will slide, With slippered feet downstairs And ask me to make pancakes. And still my sleep…

Cauldron of sanity Long winding roads Twinkling sunlight through tree tops Chatter of a six year old Rows of nodding daisies One floating  dandelion seed Let all bubble gently Sieve through fine hours of the day And through turbulent turmoils  Sip slowly. Slowly. Slowly.

A Recipe for Protection You will need: 1 contraction of perseverance 2 small rocks – your favorite 1 beetle carapace or chitinous exterior 1 gram of love 1 Large AA Egg Set the contraction of perseverance aside, it is important to have it ready. Grabbing…

A Mother’s Love: a recipe inspired by my mother Ingredients: 1 pound of unconditional love 1 bunch of affection 3 tablespoons of trust 2 cups of patience 1 dash of sleepless nights Season with: Creativity, intuition, tenderness and dedication. Preparation: To be a mother is…

She is striped and small like a child, a kitten, a stranger and then the lights go down. She dominates stage and scene, her voice a warrior in layers of fight wants to be healed as if I can pull her from the ashes of…

She’s everything I’ll never be Strength wrapped in a smile Every time life knocks her down She gets up with a growl “Gimme whatcha got!!!” She screams at the sky “You’ll never fucking break me!!!” Wastes no time on “why” She’s taught me survival Unlike…

Bare feet with dwindling heat, entered this world with hope of her own world. The world,gloomy,grimmy disheartened her, every stride frightened her despite she imagined her own world. Rose queen killed by her thorns, left nothing to torn. She rose again with hope of her…

City-glitters. You would have said that this photograph sucks. I would have laughed at that. And that would have been my favourite photograph. Of these city-glitters. For you were my city-glitter. May be more. May be less. Who knows. Tiny sparkles of light caressing the…