Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain...
I think the moon is big and bright
but on this night...
For the most part, I spend my days asking myself
why do people have so much interest...
There were no children in his home.
Only vessels...
I don't know what you've
heard about poets...
She's walking into smoke
again and her mind swirls...
Welcome to Australia.
The first time I had silence spitting at me...
Sometimes, all we know
how to do as writers is...
I like to watch my father chopping vegetables,
maybe for a Sunday stir fry or a hot lamb curry...
I wanted to see the you the way
you see yourself in the mornings, without...
My brushes moved in patterns
of colorless strokes against the...
............................................I...
.............................an evening, gazing...