She steals the blankets and never makes the coffee A hurricane hard at work never a moments peace When there are so many things to see and do Find your tao seek inner peace become one with nature Are things to be heard and not listened to because for her The world is full of…

Truly I martyr myself at the altar of my own destruction at times and I pay others for the honour of being plundered by them Feeling like they will drink of my body forever so please pay it forwards And bleed for me my love into your veins and out in the world I am…

Dear lonely one you are truly alone No one hears your pain or will know your suffering Even I who stands here mirroring your every move My lips powerless to kiss you better and my arms As far removed from yours as life from a corpse Not even I can soothe your utter misery You…

I quiver alight with the feeling of freedom And my wings are on fire as I fling myself into the sun Maybe for the first time maybe for the last time I breathe the living air and I feel it prickle on my skin As moist clouds evaporate beneath and for a shining second I…

Sunlight flickers through the clouds first a scattered drop Then heavier blowing in the wind like a monsoon at the beginning Of the stormy season nature is unstoppable irrational and under No circumstances predictable but nevertheless we try and predict The weather but all we know for sure is that when sunlight flickers Through the…

Bless me softly as I enter into your world I don’t want to be announced or loudly heard Give me the whisper of water turning into wine The kiss of your words between my heart and thine // Don’t bring me to brightly outshine another’s star But lend me soft lights and shaded tents near…

For Flick, who loves sticking tubes down people’s throats a little too much in my humble opinion. The thrum of an engine between your legs pulling you along the highway of life must feel As though it is carrying you an eternity away from where you came And the hunger in your eyes I see…

I haven’t written one of these in a while…wonder if I’ve lost the touch? I never thought I’d ever run out of things to say But the words are getting harder and harder to write Maybe I’m just bored I needed a challenge I needed to conquer But then again what’s life without the joy…

To heal the sick is a noble profession, but being sick yourself and on the other side of all that nobility – it is isolating. I recently needed a surgery, and there was this really strange in-between of watching the doctors sometimes forget I was a patient and sometimes forget I was almost one of…

I think that it’s such a shame that women are often revered and adored for their ability to keep quiet. Modesty, humility, chastity are all codewords if you ask me. They speak still to that cultural desire for a woman who is silent and who knows her place. Oddly, the more you know your place…