I remember you Your deep frown and hearty laugh The way your eyes lit up when you were pleased And how they darkened and almost disappeared as your grin widened in mischief I remember how you would fold both hands and place them on your head as you sat Or bring them together at your back as you walked Kicking pebbles, shifting the weight of the world from one shoulder to the otherRead More →

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.Read More →

I arrived at the Bus Park tired from work, and I had no desire to be assaulted by sweaty, dirty, people, so I looked out for my public transport seat of choice: the window seat on the first row of passenger seats. I prefer the window seat because it gives unlimited access to fresh air, and less contact with sticky human skin. On this day however, I was not so lucky; the seat had been taken. The man who sat there seemed nice enough. He wasn’t dirty, at least not obviously, and his skin wasn’t glistening with sweat, so I figured it wouldn’t be soRead More →