“You smell like onions”she’s got her scarf around my neckour lips hold each other’s breathand we separate. “I do not.”There’s a broken letter on my deskback home my brother asks me about her.I sleep with another. “It’s cute.” For a second it’s just us again in bed,hand in my pocket, late night walks,so cold you can see the... Continue Reading →

You are no great kings. Charlatans escapading in a quiet man's affair: I wish snow would fall fasterso my footprints were erasedbut car’s speed on frozen roadsand stay still when on ice. I forgot long ago, my phoneis not my friend who walks awaywho forgets to askwhy my eyes stare through space. Yet it feels, wrapped under winterjackets and... Continue Reading →