Moleskine Pages- We Are Who Our Children Say We Are

She grew small extensions to her spiritual self, each one a fully functioning part of a divine plan/ plot to part her from reason; to paint her flesh tones with the blues, endow her extremities with super human grip and her heart with dead ended walkways. We are who our children say we are.

Moleskine Pages- She Has Protection

I am honoured with gold stars in every columns. I count to ten and breathe.

Moleskine Pages- Live for Us

All things begin and end in eternity. All things give and take time to come and go.Eternity is foe ever.

Moleskine Pages- Lead Crayons

We listened, then we cried without prejudice. Faces hid the aces in places far and wide. Traces of grace hung from my head. Crayons made of lead live on the bed.

Moleskine Pages- Pray For Us

I will show you the creed of you bones, I'll draw you the shape of solitude to whic you were born. You will close the doors and order in some prayers....Pray for us...

Moleskine Pages- When Are The Children Coming

It was a collective memory. A tribal fear. The fish just kept coming at some point, it was hoped children would be born. In the meantime they fed on the fish.

Molskine Pages- Lucky Dip