The Solo Drinker

Table for one, please.




With furrowed brows, she stares at the wall of text on her laptop screen – its brightness inevitably creates a gentle glow against her cheeks.

A low, resigned sigh leaves her mouth as she rests her chin against the back of her hand.

Her mobile phone buzzes.

Continue reading “Glow.”


Sheer Necessity.

It all happens so quickly
(almost as if a tornado had recklessly
flung her onto the ground)
that she doesn’t realise how
close she is to him

His dark chocolate eyes;
that gaze – intense, but kind –
as he tilts his head to meet hers, and
her heart swells

She’s on fire.

Continue reading “Sheer Necessity.”


Mama always told me
I was special
For I was both
black as the night and
blue as the ocean

So was she.

She was style-savvy
but never fell prey to
trends and
plain as I was
she picked me

I was overjoyed.
Continue reading “Dress.”

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