I wrote this poem when I was a teenager, experiencing bullying at school (mainly in the form of verbal and emotional abuse), and turmoil where-ever I went.   I remember standing in the playground against a wall in knee high … Continue reading →

She boxed her grief in a big box then in a medium box then in a small box then into a tiny box.  She walked across desert plains walking long difficult terrain until she reached a small cave.  Inside the … Continue reading →

For 273 days equivalent to 6,552 hours, 393,120 minutes and 23,587,200 seconds I carried you in my womb.  It sounds like a lot when you calculate in hours, in minutes and in  seconds but when you say you have only … Continue reading →