Expression
Sacrifice
The cool of the windCleared my headThe blood of the cut has not yet clottedThe
Sleep and Wake
Sleeping wake, waking sleepLosing myself in a dream in dreaml see Wolf alive, sitting there
‘He called me Uttu’
I didn’t like the gossamer of his parlourAnd not the fine silks he wrapped me
Moon-lines
when you love someonelet them goin the brief moments offreedom you may touchallow your
Muslimah Tells of Love
*content warning – sensitive images* I want to know how it feels to be desired
AN INFERNAL CACOPHONY.
INFERNO. I wore it every day, the monster’s face It made me swim in miles,
Priapus in the Corner Shop
I’m in my mind’s eye But I’m also in yours Couldn’t I, pick the flowers
Lost Archives
I remember some memories of when I first came to England. The electric green grass