Prose

The Writing’s On the Wall

Irony can be cruel while being hilarious. In my case, it’s both as well as a great honour, too.

What did you do with my desire?

cold air of snow escapes your mouth i planted my last and only desire on.

Two lovers and a city

Their faces carry wear now same as their city. So many nights of labor and consumption can leave anyone with hands that…

Day With Rainer

Part 2

half-open eyed brown fairy

first part

The Spy Looking over My Shoulder

Learning from John Le Carré

Kindred

Standing together from far and near,

We recognize each other in a glance and a word.

Gypsy Soul

How do you know that you have found home. Do you see it in their eyes or is it the smell that guides you where you ought to belong! Could…

The Tides of May

Ferry beach in the morning before the crowd and the heat.