Distance

The title is not my idea but it encapsulates what some misguided soul thinks of me. I intend to milk it for all it's worth. Milk it? Paints a weird image for me considering my distaste for the stuff. This! is a collection of poetry. The flavours will vary so mind your step. It's about a boy with a flair for the dramatic, struggling with a flower allergy. And yes, he does work in a flower shop that sells scented roses to unsuspecting two year olds. Point is, there is no sense to be made, but all the fun to be had.