Stirrings From the Shadow Side

I am not your acceptable self, singing sweet songs of harmony. I am not polite. I do not sit and smile and think of how best to present myself: with a genteel sip of tea, perhaps, or a nod of assent to the gentleman’s joke, or the barest sliver of cake, lest I be chastised…

‘Fragments’ (a Poem)

The mask you wore Could no longer conceal The fragments beneath. Fragments Of your essence Remain in my mind In my heart In every joke I want to share And every moment of joy That is muted For your absence. I wonder where you are Where you were And why I never knew (Why no…