Love, Prose

Love Song #777

for Maria Your favourite colour is purple and mine is blue and how’s this for romanticism but combined they resemble the shade of a pretty majestic bruise. Before I met you, I’ve seen sunsets merely going through the motions, a wash of luminescent hues rooted…

Poetry

Ravens

Like a geek, a fancy of being blacklisted  as they create the fluky of the flight as they target silos, higher heaven of eaves  how they catch sight of daystar  Ravens, the recent craze the role-model “Cageless”  among chicks    You do witchcraft of how…