god I confess. I do believe in god. Not an all knowing all powerful bearded old man on a throne in the sky. No. No. My god is...

'Know Thyself' is the first principle for healing. These poems are part of Sascha's journey to personal healing and she hopes her readers...

'The rumour, / the hollowed out / cookie-cutter shape / does not define me: / don't bitch / about my shadow' - 'Heard it on the...

'He pops around in his spare time to bring me something celestial to put in one of my poems - an angel's feather in a Jiffy bag, a clutch...

GLENDO RESERVOIR We put up the tents in a thicket of pine and cedar on a ridge overlooking the cove. The site was secluded and quiet, ...

Another country, another person awake in a motel listening to cars passing. I am listening too. Beyond, the night clerk stares at a...

POST-SEX SNACK I drag the knife across the skin of a mango, travel the circumference of its red-green shell, a bead of juice seeping...

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'Nirvana or Mozart on the playlist,/four or five pillows to prop head upright,/can't hardly read even, scandal without books,/talking...