I never met my two grandfathers.
You can say I was born a grand-orphan...
I don’t have space
for grief...
Staring at your beautiful lifeless body
Laid so peacefully in the casket...
Do you know what
phantom pain is? It's the twitch...
The smoke
looked fascinating...
We still play
hide and seek...
How many bubbles
does it take to drown...
I simmer the onions,
cut the pepper and mushroom...
Thursday grabs me
by the chin...
With the sweetest eyes I’d ever seen
You smiled at me and asked, “Wanna play...
Tonight has become the coldest night, yet.
Not even my poetry can warm me...
The artwork of extreme sadness,
Isn't about the overcoming of despair...