There once was a seed.
O, dare she be
She could only dream of being as elegant as thee.
Continue reading “Every plant must grow”
She would stitch hearts on her denim jacket
for people to see her sleeves.
She would show the world the back of her tongue.
Because her name was Courage.
Continue reading “Her name was Courage”
It was minus 7 degrees and Tom decided to lay a path of hot coal.
It was time to concur some old sores, he said.
Because the soul is caught by blisters.
Tom, you know I don’t like the heat
my worst enemy is breathing boiled air. Continue reading “Tom the Magnificent”
It was mid-summer and I started to see sand tracks.
I had never seen them before, nor had I seen Maxime.
Who was carrying bathtubs.
Maxime carried bathtubs, the smallest and the largest.
Made out of porcelain, steel and chrome. Continue reading “Elephants”
like my diary.
I don’t even have to read your thoughts.
Check every Facebook status (you’ve written)
or look at every picture on “the wall”.
I think I know you. Continue reading “Dear students”