I agreed to a poem per day for Ramadan with friend of the blog, Taz. Now I have no creative talent so you’d just need to bear with some mediocre writing for this month. Ten years on. We hate each Read More …

I’m a hot commodity for sale for free with fanboys and fangirls Too much love Too little respect Murals, posters, paintings of me floating around the country Girl’s wearing t-shirts with my face Not enough money in my pocket to Read More …

When I close my eyes, you are all I see. When I open them, you are all I want to see. We always meet in passing. At a random event. In the wilderness. In my dreams. We are so inter-connected Read More …

A year ago, in Washington D.C.: “I need help.” I handed her the paperwork that I had to fill out earlier. She looked at me. “Can I have your ID and insurance please?” “I don’t have an ID on me Read More …