Touched by Angels
His Adam’s apple lurches and crashes rhythmically against the collar God uses to keep all his servants tied to the pulpit. Marie-Ange...
Someday
Your hands whisper “I’ll be there” As they interlock with mine, I rub my mascara, fluff your bed hair, Today we’ll be just fine. The...
The Glow of Watermelon Embers
Contradictions. What better way to sum up my year in Thailand. A society where rules favour the men, yet so many young boys choose to...