Broken Muse

(another one from the decade and a half old diary. makes me smile now, cos the hysteria has died down.) Thy ask me if I’m a feminist I tell ...

( another entry in my diary - made a year after my mother's death. she, by the way, was the most powerful influence on me .) A year sinc...

(i discovered an old diary today - and in it my poor attempts at writing poems. this was written a couple of months after my mother died.the...

Blue or green? I couldn’t decide. Blue morphing into green Or green into blue? Bur the thought returned Or was it feeling? Thought morphing ...

When the dreaded foe resurfaced My heart crashed against the ribs Knocking me down. But soon I picked myself up And the ground steadied bene...

my muse deserted me leaving behind a vacuum which grows and grows and engulfs. how did I frighten it away? will it ever return? dwelling ...

Earth holds its breath while light withdraws at noon slowly but steadily - - strange silence charged with routine sounds of noon awaits it ...