Category Archives: My Poetry

is equivalent to exhaustion afterwards when trudging back to the dormitories unaware the original architect rehashed prison plans so that all the cinerea blocks are indistinguishable from one another. You climb and you climb the side stairs a thousand times … Continue reading →

So they know me by my fake name, they know that I’m good for a few bucks in the till, they can tell that I can talk up a good line of bull until the world lies very still. And … Continue reading →