I. P. – White rose, Dark stain (29th July, 2010) In like a bulldozer, Out like a hurricane. The path you carve, chaos in your wake, The bees you stir, the china you break.
Divided Ground (6th July, 2010) United we sit, to observers visually sound; Divided we will fall on this unsteady ground. You’re rising up, loud and proud, to make a stand,
Whispersin (11th June, 2010) This is the voice that you cannot hear if you’re listening to God, isn’t that right, My dear? These are the thoughts that good girls don’t have,
Back of my hand (9th June, 2010) I wrote your name on the back of my hand with eyeliner, so I wouldn’t forget; you know how I am; memory lane twists and turns, if only I hadn’t learnt the