Dilemmas of our Generation(s)
We are, as Generation Y and X, the most privileged generations that have come to be. And yet, we are of generations easily dissatisfied...
We are, as Generation Y and X, the most privileged generations that have come to be. And yet, we are of generations easily dissatisfied...
That one blossomed in the garden Joyous as could be She, untouched by man and weather, An envy to see. She was one spring, Sought by this...
Why don’t they teach our hearts to be as quick as our minds? Move quickly, ruthlessly. My heart falls in love slowly. And doesn’t move so...
Little Boy Unnoticed In a deserted street Bending over The garbage bin. Pulls out A used rag From within. He looks around No cherubim....
How this works is, I find a box that I think suits you. Then I expect you to stick to it, however cramped it may get. And if you as much...
There is a fire in my house Let it burn, let it burn. It’s a house, not my home – Its something I must learn. And let it burn So I may...
Two friends by a lake They laugh at a joke. Not far behind them a friendly house – Sniffs out some Smoke. The friends, they stroll, And...
She hurriedly tugged on her shoes And walked into the rain Ineffectively covering her head with arms The dark night making it seem less...
There goes another Valentine’s day – whether you were having a romantic dinner with a loved one, chatting with them late into the night...
“Would you like some tea?” Me: (turning and smiling at the young man behind the voice.) “No thank you” Him: “You sure? You don’t like...
It was half of me that spoke to you, half of me that wanted you. In all sincerity were the promises made By half of me that thought of...
To find x has been the most consistent quest of my life. From the bubbly memories of my childhood when the powerpuff girls could still...
Many, probably, would have preferred a title to be something like ‘Munching in McDonald’s’ – not only would it be juicy as a verb, but...
A little girl with little feet Walked her little perfect land She felt the wind in her hair, the smell of the sea And underneath her feet...