Life was fairytale
prior to my father’s death...

My mother is over ninety,
diminishing day by day...

In the Name of Christ
I asked...

One day back home, my father took me and my older...
We played in that field until nightfall and then...

It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

This world is an insult
to the human soul...

Today I cried
for the love of whom...

Everyone
is going to work...

Rains are gone.
trains are gone...

A gadfly
Buzzes...

From white
to white...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man does...