Contrariwise

Perspective(7): Trust in me

Just in me (and my regime-n)

Arbor vitae

An epistle to a cynic

I

Shade

It's funny how you think
you are sorted
while I on the brink 
of a breakdown,
try to sieve, 
blink by blink
everything 
I see, 
but I cannot;
I do…

Perspective(6): Feminism and the conforming rebel

I am not all women.

Hopscotch

We play hopscotch 
you and I. 
I’ve always been balanced,
And you?
You lurch this way and that (though never stumbling).
So we play…

Noon

I think I prefer tea to the Sun.

Karma

Fruit
succulent, nourishing;
to be plucked and devoured
or decayed and soured.

To Love

You think I lie when I say

that you're special,

Gerda

Pariah
of the intellectual elite
Her eyes greet
blank.
She smiles
sans thought
just as she ought
and you,
exasperated
watch her blink
struggling to…