My mother’s words challenged my refusal,“What is wrong with the boy?” True, there was nothing wrong in him. Nothing wrong with me, either.

Poem for young women. A new bride writes to her mother in her diary, "Dear mum, I’m now in my new home"

Poem: Hiatus - Sailing through the wild territories, yearning to survive each day with ease, I embrace the cruel kindness and move on in the pursuit of an alchemy of my own.

Poem: I wish you enough happiness until you finally have to leave, I wish you enough faith until you start to believe. I wish you enough joy until you learn to smile again, I wish you enough love so you don’t relive your hurt and pain.

Poem: My femininity is fierce. But my femininity is also delicate. My femininity puts on blush because it doesn’t care what the boy next door will think. But my femininity also longs for the natural blush which adorns her cheeks inevitably as soon as the man she loves looks at her.