Loev

Once upon a time, love changed. It was too tired of the position it held, for years, too tired of sleeping straight, so it twisted a bit- E and V exchanged their positions and now it's read Loev. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- *In conversation with love* “What has changed?” “Everything.” “By just a change in spelling? Why did … Continue reading Loev

Origin

I wonder about origin all the time. In pits of time lies a beautiful beginning of all the poems with soft kicks and loud cries, and that beautiful smile of the poetess, usually alive. I like beginnings, but origins intrigues me. Isn’t it fascinating, how just an idea can be converted in words, and how … Continue reading Origin