A short poem in a book of verses my father wrote…

There is a poem in the book of verses my father wrote for his mother as she lay dying a thousand kilometers away from him in the cancer ward of an hospital plagued not with the disease but the longing for sleep and some rest at the finale of a life that didn't say a… Continue reading A short poem in a book of verses my father wrote…

A small poem

poems written in last night's hangover often smell of beer and love words, like cigarettes, burning the paper to crisp cancerous satisfying they often rhyme with awkward flirtations in dark corners while drinking rum in plastic glasses riddled with alcoholic metaphors. I write about the girl in a green cocktail dress wearing electric blue heels… Continue reading A small poem