[Writing: Creative]

The cats in this neighbourhood do not smile Like beggars of food. They are patchy and rough, More hide than…

These mountains refuse to be romanticised. The faces are ringed like potatoes shaved by a thin peeler. It is clear…

Amidst the tight rapid drums in the circle Of song and dance of the native tongue, And the skyward call…

This is not a life giving heat; it does not grow wet moss, it does not breathe moistly on your…

Centuries ago my foot last planted on earth.Now, my bones have grown brittle and fossilization Curled around my spine like…

Like oceans throwing teacups against the hull, slamming bodies on wooden doors are bad for only you. Screaming and weeping,…