Poem 96

An Unusual Confession sometimes, i find myself plopping down on the floor, completely consumed with cravings ready to bite off the head of the nearest creature, it being my brother who sits innocently at the kitchen bar i’m not into niceties, especially on days my hand reaches for chocolate, even when my motto is all about …

Poem 03

 This was also posted in Writer’s Cafe where I am known as either Vela June or Aira Isane (my old pen name). Spiced Apple Lost in the Acres Uninjured green apple of the weaved brown basket,it sits upon the cold surface of the wooden casket. A regular resident of the white-walled room,faceless amongst the crowd of …