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Her loneliness is a hundred year old famine, there's a drought on her tongue, her lips can only offer mouthfuls of dead roots and dust,her love is..

Might as well have been Fujiwara Chiyoko, chasing the shadow of a dead soldier across the Japan in mid winter, in war, between earthquakes, My d..

With our perforated hearts, and our plum sized lungs, there is no peace at the end of our journey, We can't strain the hunger out of us, we know ..

She appeared after the sun's quiet decay, a white bird with fire on her expansive wings, two small stars in her eyes, embers fell each time she ..

Do not say my name too often, Do not wear my name on your tongue,because it will stay there, and you will never know anything sweeter, but it weigh..

The boy in my bed cracked and split my heart open over his knee, now he swears it wasn't him he swears it was someone else livi..

when an old love returns and your brain is resisting but your body is saying yes yes yes over and over again.

storms, resilience

I miss fireflies. In Ghana there were plenty.

The harvest arrived but this year, all the mangoes had dropped in rotten brown lumps on the ground beneath the tree the flies feasted on the ro..