It was a small garden lane of being,
a stem upon...
~~I wrote a sonnet at first, but I changed it.~~
No mask can veil the truth we trace...
My little Barbie doll
I am not a Barbie doll...
I was invited to a painting class. I confessed I...
A white dog...
I was invited to a painting class. I confessed I...
Anemones, anemones...
I was invited to a painting class. I confessed I...
Those inflamed lights...
I was invited to a painting class. I confessed I...
The lady with a red umbrella...
For all the times
You stood by us...
You are the blue sky
Without the white clouds...
I will meet again
Don't know when...
I will meet again
Don't know when...
We teach presence
to fear the bewilderment of after...