Whoso stills the
thunder, it was difficult...
Butchers were in panic.
The bulls are coming...
He used to dream
of date palms, covering...
Darkness always weighs heavy.
And light was weightless...
Under the pear tree
a rape survivor...
The prediction goes awry.
I wipe away an exotic...
It haunts.
You still want to see the...
The swamp was in
boil. It was raining...
An earthen lamp
in loneliness...
Teaching self the,
art of dying...
What would you say?
if I shed my identity...
The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...