Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing...

Daylight is descending
through the curtain to...

You know the moment: this ominous
second of quiet that follows the...

It isn't going very well.
I'm not myself...

Heading for the Southern Coast
to spend a day with family...

Every night, her
nostrils search for...

I'm selfish
when it comes to you...

Let me tell you
about the struggle...

You hug your children,
wishing you didn't have to...

You are waves of guilt,
looking unsullied and sky blue...

I want to roll
in mud and smell...

You can't hate your country.
You think you do...