I want my life to feel like an Iron & Wine song. Existing somewhere in between the realm of dreams and the real world.  Where flowers sing into the ears of shepherd’s dogs and beasts offer their love gently with their arms wrapped around the sun during a forgettable sunset that they alone choose...

I remember monkeys in the backyard  Throwing stones at the bars protecting the glass on my windows on a chilly autumn morning as the sun creeps gently through the curtains of my bedroom and a knock on the door rouses me to say I will find my breakfast in the kitchen with hot water...

It began in the summer. The newborn sun’s rays shining through the glass at the edge of a young garden. The moon watching while the skies wept and floods swept the saturated surface clean of sun. An autumn morning with a saviour bearing a cross upon his back and later resting his bloodied body...

I used to take long walks in the garden Before I had a car. Before every colour sprouting out of the soil blurred together into a continuous sea of green as I hurdled down the road at 140 km/h. Because who really drives the speed limit I used to smell the flowers Sweet as...

A letter to all my shit: Meet me at the foot of my bed first thing tomorrow morning. I want to see you all together ____________________________________ The Last  This is the last sad poem From today on I won’t write about All the lost shards from when I had my heart chopped and thrown...