3/2023
There was something odd about death. He’d always thought that, and asked Himself why machines could be forever Repaired but not humans. He thinks of The day she convinced him… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: #MastoPrompt
2/2023
Those days, when nothing disturbed The quietness of holy hours, except For us, were wrapped in the speed Of an empty motorway, the verges Blurred beyond the windows. We skipped… Continue Reading
1/2023
We writhe through the clichés While we talk past each other On the sofa we’ve inhabited Since early last night intent On having fun and being Together the way we… Continue Reading