
The dengue again
The rain is long gone.
The dengue larvae too has matured.
Ready for its maiden journey,
To suck the blood from one and all,
And kindly deliver us a virus in return. Continue reading “The dengue again”
The rain is long gone.
The dengue larvae too has matured.
Ready for its maiden journey,
To suck the blood from one and all,
And kindly deliver us a virus in return. Continue reading “The dengue again”
The feral beard grows,
obtaining abundant nutrients
from the corpo, with a dollop
of melanin sprinkled here and there,
on the visage of many a homem. Continue reading “Ode to the beard”