Poetry Project 2017: 11/23

Headlines: 7 month-old kicked out of the Kumamoto Assembly. Shouldn't be here. the baby? or the woman? It's a man's place to make decisions for babies and women. Half the populations gets no say. Anatomy determines your value and your voice. Stick to your role, silly woman! You're not a lawmaker, you're a baby maker... Continue Reading →


Poetry Project 2018: Day 23

Unexpected, that expectations are met. Too good to be true. But are we going in reverse? Lured by beaches and sun, returning to loneliness and isolation. Fear in my heart, hope next to it: trepidation That's a good word. As we stand on the precipice of a new life, my heart is gripped with trepidation.... Continue Reading →

Typhoon Breeze

A breeze on my bare skin, sensual and moist, hints of a typhoon off the coast, on the horizon, in the future; no matter how you put it disaster is never far away Be thankful for the small calm of a breeze on your skin.

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