You see women all the time boasting their femininity, flaunting a beauty claimed by their gender, and rightfully so. I knew I would grow up to be one of them. Like the ones in the magazines showing off their womanly figure....

Plasmic

"No, it's not about Verbal . . ."

First I caredThen I didn'tJust like magicJust not there How exciting!How exotic!All so different!Yet still me First I loved himThen forgot himPlasmic pithInhabiting It's within meThen about meInside, outsideHere, then gone FascinatingAlways changingYet me, remainingAll along.

The lift descending

"A battle-weary killer shares a ride with something even more deadly: a desperate woman."

'Have you a cock?' The question that broke the mandatory silence was empty of emotion, as when one asks an automated teller for tens or twenties. My answer was equally flaccid. 'No. I have no need of one.' 'Really? No...

A rose by any other…

"I can't think of a one liner. Perhaps if I could, I would have spared us all the 66 liner below."

Big ears! he shouted and ran away Stuck out his tongue, pulled my hair all day And made me cry * Hey, is your Ellie playing out, Mrs Jones? We broke a window throwing stones And never got found out...