From spinning clouds out of random words I’ve now become someone, it seems, who herds reluctant phrases into tight little spaces were they live to dance out their tiny paces, earning some cents per each mobile minute – that’s all it’s about, that all that’s in it. And worst of all, my own personal hell: […]
Category Archives: Poetry
He had no sense of humour, she had no mercy – in a world of beauty they found one another and set about making little oppressors. What they didn’t understand is: the tighter you hold them, the further children range. And so, by accident, they raised secret artists & comedians.