More stories from the Weekend Write-In.

The title is not my idea but it encapsulates what some misguided soul thinks of me. I intend to milk it for all it's worth. Milk it? Paints a weird image for me considering my distaste for the stuff. This! is a collection of poetry. The flavours will vary so mind your step. It's about a boy with a flair for the dramatic, struggling with a flower allergy. And yes, he does work in a flower shop that sells scented roses to unsuspecting two year olds. Point is, there is no sense to be made, but all the fun to be had.

More stories from the Weekend Write-In.

Exploring the intensity of duality through poetry, life, death and everything in between.

"life is slow dying. so are their separate ways of building, benediction, measuring love and money ways of slowly dying." ~ philip larkin

~ singing in hopes of being sung to ~

Poetry

Poetry

Poetry.

my personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me