Books are so boring; I don’t know how you read so many.
These are the exact words my work buddy said when he picked up a book from my desk and flipped […]
Essays
So why not analyse my own poems?
To every weary traveller, there is an oasis. But it is only found when the desert swims And his eyes […]
Death hangs over thee
On an exceptionally boring afternoon, after an exceptionally dull Minecraft session (in which I died twice to a skeleton), I […]