This is a poem about caging parts of us ourselves to conform to society

The innocent lessons we learn from horrible moments and how they define us and shape the path ahead. Stop ,  she cries out behind me....

Art by liliboo And so here we are again, brought into question once more. Having to defend our way of life, our way of love, our being....

Eddy the rugby player was having one of those months. To almost anyone who knew him, he was still Eddy

I'll never give you away. I've already made that choice. It happened slowly, but suddenly. I can't tell you when in my heart I knew that...

Conversations begin but fade into other thoughts. I can't recall what they were about, but I know I tend to ramble. Unsure of where to...

The first door is easy, magical even. There is no marking on the door, but instinctively she knows and opens it. It leads her to her...

The sweet melodies of the morning birds roused me from my sleep, just a few minutes before my alarm. What a far more delightful and...

There is a place for us. It's neither big nor small. In fact, I couldn't really describe it to you. I know it has all the things that I...

My child of light. When you exploded into being, the universe celebrated. The heavens exalted your arrival. Life marvelled at your being....

I would kill to hold your hand. Just grab it, and feel your fingers interlock in mine. I am not a hand holder. This isn’t something we...

It was her fifth job interview after graduating from university, and it was absolutely infuriating. She could feel the sweat collecting...

My love, 35 days. So of course I haven’t forgotten and moved on. You linger. In my thoughts, in my memories, in my desires. I haven’t...

I am here today because my wife has always wanted me to do her eulogy. It started off as a joke you know. In the very early years of our...

If you are looking for me. It is absolute darkness here where I am. It’s a strange kind of darkness. One that changes, grows, shrinks,...

* For most of her life, Imani was fuelled by fear. The fear took different shapes; fear of failure, pain, and the fear that one day...

It was a silent night, so quiet that it almost deceived you into thinking that it was utopic.

Imani was stuck, just as she had been the day before, and the day before that. In her room, she scribbled down nonsense...

There was a book quietly sitting in Zahra’s mind. She already had the title;

It’s a story about a girl, and like most stories go, the girl is lost. She wanders, up cold mountains, into musky caves, and even plunges...