My,your,his,hers,its,our.

You know that person so obsessed with her image, it becomes her whole life?

A woman’s poem.

Here’s the scene: you’re frantic, desperate. You really wish you had thought to put [insert item here] in your bag- it would really help right now. Here are a few things to keep handy in order to avoid these situations.

Ask no questions when she speaks.

A Sad Farewell -a poem.

Handbags are my best friend, along with the shoes, but handbags have a lot to give and I guess so does Jimmy Choo’s. Cheap, designer ,wholesale too, it’s all the same to me.

In the Autumn stillness through darkened moon swept streets, briskly, authoritatively, for this is my turf.

Dating game prizes not what they seem.

A poem.