The winter is
Killing me softly...
THE HUNGOVER MAN
Last night the world was great he sighed, we...
I look down at you,
Small poppet...
music is to the mind what earth is to flowers
what you might find in April...
Macmillan cancer research...
Honestly,
I don't want...
The dark mist moves through, scanning the local...
Looking for a weak person, pushing to imbibe...
In the beautiful mountains
In Kurdistan where the rivers flow...
Let silence speak
instead of your voices...