Equal rights

  • Fire

    What do you want me to be? I can be that, for a moment, a day a lifetime; I can be your sun. Shining in all the places that make you feel more, and me feel less than the blazing… Continue reading

  • Sad Women (Micro Fiction)

    The arm chair she sat in had a wet cat funk to it, but Granny still sat there, day after day, moaning about how Pop never did the dishes, not a day in his whole life. ‘Old men don’t care… Continue reading