The pastor’s daughter Once said that HeavenIs a childhood homeWhere loved ones awaityour return. I pray thatWhen I close my eyesFor all eternityI may open themAs a child,Crawling into my mother’s lapResting my head against her chest,Just beneath her chin.Quietly, listening toHer heart steadily beatAs she combs her slenderFingers through my long, brown hair. I… — read more

How dare he.      How fucking dare he?Reaching out as though we are old chums,Hoping to rekindle the hearth of a houseThat once burned down long ago. I still feel the ash and debris       Lodged deep in my throat.My tongue, singed. Charred, grey. Sore.             There is no vacancy here. “Every woman adores a Fascist,   The boot… — read more