It’s that time of the year again when you get an itch in your feet Read More
It is her sin, like a prayer filled in a chalice. Read More
Picked up in haste, thrown in the bag, zipped up, caged.
Clandestinely, it lay inside quietly, amongst thousands of other alien stuff.
There were movements outside,
But, it didn’t matter… Read More
“I ain’t dwelling in any urban space neither do I have my own bed to slumber upon. I see no boundaries and no backwaters. There is sky over me, and clouds beneath. Where am I, you ask? I am with her. Read More