I bet you thought it would be different, being human.
Category: cricket philosophy
SHE
…sharp teeth of an angel.
just words
Poetry is only a moment.
Another Eve
Love with a whole heart, or not at all — not even a little.
CLARIFY
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
Wolves
We point at the path of sticky entrails and we blame you.
Rightly So
There is mad, mad joy to be found.
