In mercantile lives
love is the most bankrupting...

They all celebrate the sacrificial offering of...
The ceremony of the gore...

It is so startling
how precise...

When you violate the innocence of your husband,
falsely accusing him...

Stoning to death—
it’s all you do...

Right or wrong,
high or low...

"The first E"
There is a sip just a sip...

Roses are countless
so as the pages of this...

Heaven is pouring and gushing out of the...
radiances are raining from skies...

You macerate me and
I create art...

Centripetal and centrifugal,
two core of an oval mirror...

Sometimes poetry bursts~~~~~~~Very often bubbles...
the bubbles of silence,~~~~~~~~~in the silence of...