I’m surrounded by question marks, in the shape of expensive gifts from you. I’ve discarded the funny, the cheesy, the lighthearted lines like you’ve done our laughs. But what about the Parisian box of songs? La vie en rose may as well be a life of thorns. I don’t like…
I returned to the poetry circuit last week. Yes, I have been performing here and there but only where I’ve been pulled in. 2017 has hit me with so many things, I’ve needed to stop and regain my breath. I wrote a new piece and read it right off my…
I met people I had ghosted. I was contacted by those who ghosted me. Maybe all ghosts bear gifts.
An I Wear post at long last! After I was liberated from my nude makeup modesty constraints a few years ago, I swung out to the other extreme to reclaim what has always been mine – a love of BOLD, BRIGHT, DRAMATIC, WHO CARES ABOUT THE RULES dressing and makeup.I…
A smile that leaves you wounded, you say
What about the mark you left inside my mind that
shades every expression & tints each sparkle?
What would the feminists of each zodiac sign be like? From Leo divas to Capricorn businesswomen.
This has been a year of such drastic changes and shifts that my whole outlook has been the here and now – surviving these. But I am a creature of nostalgia and the past doesn’t impede me. It teaches me, it nurtures me and it gives me fodder for the…
In between your precise words
and your regimented actions
you spilt me one look
that drowned it all.
Marketing Automation might conjure up an image of a gigantic machine that addresses all pressing marketing issues. It’s not.
A poem about being knotted in love –
“You had me tied up in knots
turning over your every word
twisting each smile,
into shapes of affection”