The last remaining pot now harbours flies, smaller than my favourite: the fruit-fly, equally annoying yet comforting to keep; …, skinny-diving into unprotected glasses, akin to the lunchtime dung-fly stuck in the latte, I do tell them off; loudly, which matters not the slightest, we mingle in the shared space, in silence
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.