Proper Poetry

Whatever happened to those manly handshakes? Metamorphosed into high fives, fist bumps. But now mutated into male embraces - cheek bumps.

to be diaphonous as her dress, an insubstantial spirit free from all the disagreeable stress of functioning biology; to banish farts and fae...

The DJ danced as if entranced by the music that he'd played. The people stood as if of wood regretting the money they'd paid.

I waited at the crossing for the cars to stop and lights to change but facing me they'd wait no more to pass across and extend their ran...

The torment of a man's old age:  young women Avenida Vieira Souto -------------------------- It's hard to judge quite which is best ...

Personalities are surfaces with idiosyncrasies, not smooth but covered in bumps and dips, snags and dents, scars and scratches; too smooth a...

Past his youth and seemingly a lifelong bachelor to everyone's surprise he suddenly had a ladyfriend. No-one knew her or where he'd ...