Sexist barbs against
wooden breasts, street-smart...

Becoming gold diggers,
the myths, without...

Every night you become
an insect, crawl into...

When you take a false
lead, life will undo the seeds...

Being you,
not the bee queen...

Between the swaying palms,
moon was moving...

Perched on a tree high
wave...

I was preparing myself
for a Socratic dialogue, when...

There was a trust deficit
between the rose petals, under...

What is that of this,
I will ask from the question...

The spat between the hydra
and sea...

A fathomless abyss,
you feel the power of wordless going...