New Years and all that stuff.

Happy New Years to all my followers 🙂 I don't really do resolutions, but It's been something I've been talking about all year so it doesn't really count...And that is just to write more...write more in my journal, write more letters, write more spontaneous poetry, think of more short stories, finish my book by the… Continue reading New Years and all that stuff.


A touch on lips can start glacial valleys, turrets of your blushed skin, peaks of mine. They crack like thick glass but they don’t break. Run a fingertip over them and the spring ice melts, into a summer wetness that will join our mountains together like mercury.


They asked me to show them love, so I wrote a thousand words on the night sky - stars caught like smoke in the air of a closed house. But, it didn't impress. So I cried over fabricated people, lives written in pages, deaths captured in pictures pained, with figurative tears. It didn't impress. So… Continue reading Requests

Première fois. ‘I love first times. I want my whole life to be composed of them.’ Let another morning come, beginnings are a drug that can never keep giving. I inject its nectar into my eyes, sprouting fruits of inceptions, and dawns of introductions that stretch out into a horizon of the first light, on… Continue reading

The love story between films and writing.

I can very often tell if a film has really impressed me or had an effect on me if I have the urge to write afterwards. It doesn't have to be directly related to the content of the film, and the film certainly doesn't have to be about writers or writing; however, every so often,… Continue reading The love story between films and writing.