About Misplaced Sentimentality

I have never written so easily about the woman who mothers me.

Happy Birthday Old Love

Love should really stop rhyming with heartache.
I’ve run out of ways of trying to heal what you broke.

Sometimes Good Schooling Comes At A Price

It wasn’t until I was 20 years old that I realized that I couldn’t read, write or even make sense of a single sentence in my native tongue.