Poetry

Unkn(own)

I’ve been to far off places, Not one of them were as queer as you. You’re like a strategy dug so deep, I sense sadness when I hold you Melancholy, at the rim of your throat; Like a place I’ve not known. The words pouring…

Poetry

A World Away

Another night scratching my head as I reach for a pencil. Another night spent torturing words in the mind’s muddied trenches, proving that yes you can press money from guile and oil from stone – If you’d just continue squeezing please . . .  …