This morning, she blared classical music
from the master bedroom. I know it was to...

She chanced love,
throwing fate like two red hot dice...

It is a quarter 'til ten
and I am alive on the inside...

His eyes are ghosts
grunting...

I love you, I love you, I love you
but I don’t, I don’t, I don’t...

When I look at how freedom is so skewed,
I say to myself, is it any wonder that our hearts...

The red-stained lark
stitched his libretto...

I'm fed up with sadness and its death toll in this...

Am I a bad person?
I didn't know it was trauma...

My hometown,
how I wish to make...

The fringes of my skin
are undeviating...

I always had a sweet tooth,
even at 19 years old...