Under The Sheets

Cold lonely nights Sweet pain it is He cries you cry A harmony of two beings Yours milk is life Coos mending hearts Deep slumber swallows them What is warmth?

The Jobless Mother(Short Story)

Debbie sipped her hot morning tea from the balcony taking in the misty fog that had engulfed the air. She lived in a three-storey apartment that sat in a quiet serene neighborhood. Debbie chose this apartment because of one element- the balcony. The balcony she believed was her extension to the outside world. As she…