




































Wherever Poetry
THE WAY WE STAND Fingers stick together like after ages in glue bowls. Trying to set them free by stretching the palm, greedily filtering the light of dawn. I was told air should shape every...
read moreTHE KISSES WE WERE DENIED Those white pearl birds are just far as she can see, engaging with burned colour patches hanging on the early summer breeze she was desperately waiting for… and quietly seize....
read moreI try myself hard when I sense colors in the dark, when light pins draw the milky way behind my eyelids and suddenly the petrified soul melts in a green syrup that peacefully begin tickling...
read more