Nothing I submit
lays claim as original...

The monsters that roam these shores
know where we make our homes...

Who's this on my path
walking along beside...

Finca Magdalena grown
beans roasted fresh pick'd...

Sunshine, see the moon
high, yellow and waning...

Never did you promise love to guaranty tomorrow.
Shameful guilt burns my face for idiocy tomorrow...

Every solution carries
its own set of new problems...

Cool
humble...

Leaves crunch underneath the snow,
sounding my approach, she turns...

As I dressed, sneaked occasional glances
at Rosaura standing before her mirror...

We call Raja our vampire cat:
he comes to us only in the night...

See the highland sheep graze in the fields
scattering when the engineer...