You did not know how to brush my hair anyway

delicated thoughts that melt like cotton candy on my tongue

drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017

boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017

the heart of a Siren [2019]

ur brain birthed a fruit tree out of our love ©2017, ina

so sweet it makes me sick

"When you're black and white there's no use hiding in a field of colours," his umber eyes so solemn, "Anthony T. Hincks." But when Cillian looked at Oliver, he couldn't help but disagree, because to Cillian, Oliver was all the colours of the spectrum merged into one and then at screaming splendour and refulgence, "You're the brightest thing in this whole darn shop." At that, Oliver's eyes literally bloomed, the colour of earth freshly kissed by spring rains, a hue that promised to stir the life from dormant seeds, like all the fluorescent verdure around him actually lived within. And it took Cillian's breath away. And in that moment Cillian realised, he did have a favourite flower after all. [in which a guy visits a flower shop more often than he should] 2018 ("a bouquet of dahlias & discovery" ©levittdawn)

love and slaughter in a time of climate disaster

streetlights that dim once you open your eyes. ©ken, 2021