A quill quivers its indelible write
His libretto beats with every stroke...

A pocketful of posies.
Will the world fall down...

The Big Wild Wood
I...

It was pouring that morning
When a curious thought arose...

Cupid
Pierces sinews...

Bringing my library
On every journey was not...

.
a perfect ideal...

i knew this new strain
was real when my guests started...

My rose
Sings to my soul...

Heads tilted right back
Children stand with their tongues out...

The sculptor breathes once
Releasing formed perfection...

as the body count
careered out of control those...