A poem on International Women's Day questioning why women are taught that anger is forbidden.
'I know you want to fight, and shout and break my bones as deep within you is a wounded saffron warrior who doesn't know how to ask for balm'
A poem on first crushes.
A poem on the frustration of a hopeless romantic after experiencing another lonely Valentine's day.
Someday, you’ll be above anger or envy, and you will love, and do so unafraid.
"In the room the ghosts come and go, talking of my bravado."
The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is only partially correct.