Oudalaka
Bitter woman talks to herself bitterly until all language runs out of hops and the words begin to taste of honey. Golden warm-sweetened sounds drip from lips love-unkissed. And the […]
Bitter woman talks to herself bitterly until all language runs out of hops and the words begin to taste of honey. Golden warm-sweetened sounds drip from lips love-unkissed. And the […]
Two days. I will remember though every life. One with cross and exodus. One day. After Six Years by the Nairanjana River. Tiny feet stamped on my hand. And another […]
Had I but known you were out there. A protective voice for those like me. I would have lit candles when I was in St. Patrick’s. Thought of you as […]