Poem: Time

We think about the future, So that we can enjoy its ‘present’. But like a dollar bill drifting in the … More

What Does It Mean To Be Human?

As I sit with a cold bag of peas smooshed against the left cheek of my painfully windburned face (Northern … More

How do you feel now? That I am no longer here. Do you feel….freedom? I close my eyes tight. Yet … More

A Human A subatomic bunch of laughter and woes, From our nose down to our toes, We either grimace or … More

Lost I feel lost sometimes. Like I don’t fit in. And yet I don’t want to stand out. I just … More

The name ‘Sigmund Freud’ brings with it antagonistic thoughts in my mind, was he a sexist pig or pioneering psychoanalyst? … More