Morning Rituals
In the morningwe walk down and then turn right and then leftOur feetFalling to a rhythmAnd the sunslants and makes patches on the pathand we stepand let our feet rise and fall and rise and fallWe are bound by an unseen fateTo repeat and carry onMuch the same as the …
The Reason the Bird Flies
She wasn’t even aware of it and her world was just about to come crashing down. Everything she had built with her two tiny hands over the last five years would soon be crushed cruelly under the weight of things to be. Barely five and a waif of a child, …