Let me tell you,
my depression...

He was my backbone,
the sword in my battles...

The bruises are
disappearing...

I’ve been told many myths
about death...

I show my students
the experiment of mixing...

The full moon was propelling
light towards the silky sand dunes...

Our neighbor's infant
is screaming...

Nobody ever told me
the morning feels better...

It was a fickle afternoon.
Up on the roof of your sixth floor apartment...

Four months in, you lay your
palm on your belly, and feel a tiny...

Do you think about it at all?
That we are trapped. There's nothing...

Tonight the river is calm,
summer is approaching. A white...