A transformation from prose to a poem, just like from ignorance to realization My body doesn’t belong to me… It…
“What does it mean to be a woman? What does it mean to be a woman, when I don’t fit…
Grass. The smell of freshly mown grass came through her nostrils, filling her throat with a cold, scratching feeling that…
Amongst the freezing late night’s hour. Under the lantern’s sour light. I sensed a calm, tranquilling sight, that like a…
They called me mad. Proclaimed insane who’ve lost his head For untamed sweetness that’s in band Along with tender of…
“But isn’t it the common lot of all mortals? Our sole consolation, before being laid to rest, is to have…