In the far distance there is the obtuse buzzing of an alarm, but with your mind drifting in the realm of sleep, it shows reluctance to let go and embrace…
Poem: Arguably the best feeling
oh, how when you kiss me it feels like the soft push of the keys on a piano. a gentle reminder of my favourite piece, a familiar touch…
Nothing good ever happens after 2 AM
I'm clutching the glass of water in my hands as if it's going to shatter if I only squeeze a little harder. His gaze drills holes through me, as if…
Poem: [reading / un-reading]
I read the poems written in the past years citesc poemele scrise în anii trecuți I reread them with a distorted attention le recitesc cu o atenție distorsionată I wish…