Morning kisses you on the forehead wide-eyed and wet with renewal and again, the sun winks batters her red lashes and paints you pink and...

THE FALL WAS HER RISE (retelling of The Fall from Eve’s perspective, only in this version, Eve’s awareness of injustice catalyses her...

(A poem adapted into a piece of flash fiction for a Creative Writing workshop) Grief: a universal language, and yet when spoken, nobody...

A poem (or stream of erratic consciousness) about my inevitable decline (or doom) and the many, many, many things (or contradictions)...