For many women, turning thirty is something we are conditioned to dread. As though we are born with a clock already ticking, counting…
“Have a nice day.”
I was born into an unknown realm,
If one day my bed becomes a grave,
Will my thoughts disappear?
When,the day is long andtime,weighs the silence of the hourcome,rest awhile with me,my love
Why yes, I'll take a glass of winethank you for the invitationfor welcoming me into your warm relaxing homewrap me in your…
View from the Lodge window(Flagstaff-Lodge Newry Northern Ireland)photograph by Erica Donaldson-Ellison
Withered roots from withinSnarled and crooked extensionspush to withoutNo blood of liferuns through these veinsOnly anger; hate…