I Don’t Do Love Anymore

This poem is divided into two parts. The first one I dedicate to someone very special. The second is inspired … More

I miss you

Bombay Bombay, I miss you everyday. There is life in your veins. No where else is the same. Oh, sure … More

Flavour of the week

Back in the day, still a youth; she had some hay. Never really was a lonely day. Always surrounded and … More