He has no one to go home to, So he never goes home. He also needs a haircut. It’s All in his control. He’s like a magician, I’m on from his remote. Then a flash, something’s stolen, I’m off, we’re both alone.
I’m a science, English and Maths tutor for young people. Recently I was teaching about the senses. This class was so humbling. Listen to the world, I told my student. Your ears will save your life. You see that car? WHOOOSH! It just missed you! Because you listened. Try it again… Pitter patter, pitter patter,… Continue reading Lessons on Senses
Poetry is like a bullet. Hits straight to the heart. Fill it with love and watch your target flourish. Fill it with poison, and they’re done for. I have written a total of three really harsh poems. I mean REALLY evil. Those poems differ from the others. When I put down my pen, there is… Continue reading Art or evil? “If I Could Write Your Future”