For four women on Valentine 

                         I Roses and scented candles A dinner of well oiled skin With the finest wine distilled From your vineyard. Music from our hearts Setting the tone: melodies Of hope and new beginnings Melting barriers Moulding the future into Promise songs. With you I…

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The truth is a well sharpened barb

The truth is a well sharpened Barb: it traps. Lies are For fishes that swim Too close to the surface, that Wander too close to shore The truth is a boobytrap A mine field, tread With caution. Lies! Well, lies lie buried Under your bed Sleep with one Eye closed. The truth is a dangerous…

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Behind the shadows

Every beep takes my heart beat up A notch As I watch in the shadows of my screen For your presence. One line points At me accusingly Remorse bites me My heart yelps In pain In longing In aching. My eyes grow weary From darting In desperation And on the cusp Of resignation The line…

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Rape: are we over-flogging the issue?

Recently, I came across several news reports of rape: the usual ones – a much older man forcing himself on a much younger girl; and the not so common one – two cases of male rape. The incidence of male rape is increasing, due, not to an increase in the occurrence, but in the reporting…

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Roots

I My roots are drying Dying Drying In aliquots I feel the scream Of shrinking xylem And hear the leaf Weep. I weep For my stem My pride My phloem.   II My bark is Crack – Ing My pride is Falling My seeds are Dying My sap is Drying.   III I planted my…

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