I saw sharks and crabs suntan on sand dunes. And turtles and tortoises toast to reunions. I saw birds tight-lipped on nests of shredded Bibles. And snakes, motionless, coiled on the steering wheels of dead SUVs. I saw men listless with flags and paper roses on deserted car parks.

Get me outta here! Where my alien ink finds expression. HIs Heartbeat, Her Pulse. One too many compromises later,. And living below Your standards. How can you love me still? I love you unconditionally,.

8230; Of gods, mortals, figures and realms. She rides in a motorcade that most third world dictators will dearly envy.

FILLED GLASSES and LIT CIGARETTES, Poetry by Noemi Moncayo. THE OTHER, Poetry by Randa Shami. She had to learn a certain form of growing. Of learning to treat sex like it was nothing. To reduce the heart ache caused by men who she felt more for. But who wanted to do nothing more than consume. And that did nothing less than add to her allure.

Ramblings of an optimistic Sagittarian sojourner. Through it all, one thing is for sure, you will never doubt how much I love you. Especially on the days love seems far away.

Expectations packed its bags and moved into my soul, and then a load was dropped on my back, could this be the death of me? Experience was my guide, telling me to mix it all up in a pot, a pot I now call mistakes. Experience would watch me fail and tell me to go learn from the pot.

It was just a flash back. But I know what I lack. The melodic chaos in distance. Where the poet seeks the word. Then the rythem of heartbeat. All those stories of struggle. Became the face in the crowd. I wish I was your worst nightmare ,. So you could actually remember to avoid.