Aiesha Allison-Bramwell I don’t really want to think- To think about the real reason We ended up here: so many…
Hands of Red Paint
Aiesha Allison-Bramwell I have ideas, you know. I have ideas that extend Across oceans, reaching out to all four corners…
Rituals of Fingers
It has become part of my routine now; the way a smoker has their daily rituals, A prayer methodically…
Relentless
Aiesha Allison-Bramwell Apparently I am always waiting Always looking And forever being drained. And now it has become apparent That…
Somewhere Between Here and You
Aiesha Allison-Bramwell You rescued me from the moon- that night; I think you must have done it in your dreams,…
Barbie Girl
Aiesha Allison-Bramwell She walks in and I didn’t realise, At first: too lost in my own world, Like the…
Too deep behind enemy territory- so I must love you?
Aiesha Allison-Bramwell There are these delicate moments- That stammer on the edge of Something that is waiting to be said;…
An Entitled Statement
Aiesha Allison-Bramwell With their laughter jarring my every statement- Cutting across me, the blade of a knife against Skin that…
Your Particular
Aiesha Allison-Bramwell “who am I, to you?” the words are transmitted from my brain, but never past the threshold…
Voiceless Voices 