When I was pre-school
I sent off for a prize...

Lambs gambol in fear,
fierce beasts pursue relentless...

Rise, Aura, o'er the horizon;
Guide my steed with sinuous limbs...

The homeless children have come to expect me
prowling the alleys in run down city streets...

Cooking again, it pleases me,
Perhaps even more than those...

What is the luxury tail of torture?
When the pain is done...

Reinventing yourself is not just something you...
It's not a celebrity thing, or reserved for...

Ultimately we all want to live a love story:
The kind that has a happy ending...

And later in the night, death came for him:
Flying over the garden, over the compound...

Men do not hunt
For the Queen of Summer...

Because of you
Because of her I learned to doubt myself...

Toxic Weeds
Wherever you see toxic waste, think of the bison...