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
Spring Fever (7th April, 2010) Sun presses prying fingers in my eyes; ‘Wake, and find the winter is slain’ she cries; her voice resounds high, like a banshee wails,