One of my favourite places to write, is on the train. Every journey to college, becomes a space to create and in particular poetry. Where do other writers do their writing? Where is the weirdest place you've found yourself writing?
This was the day on which my mother died. On this day, I learned the meaning of pain And though time has passed, this hurt will remain Long after the tears that have fallen dried. I have forgotten, but I cannot hide From truth, anymore than I can from shame. I have lost the one... Continue Reading →