There are transparent fossils,
the fossils of voices...

I soak in the clear well of morning dues
to bespatter...

Sorrow,
soaked and swollen...

Thus said a boy ingrown and callow
to his mother...

She puts the knife on the lamb’s throat
but seeing the innocent lamb in the eyes...

(old one)
They conspired against songs...

The nightmare
is that nobody is out there...

Why are mockingbirds mocking me?
why do...

Garden is in the taste of honey...

Justice is love, because it is centered
justice is beauty because it is symmetrical...

All my life I chased my needs to better my life
I ended up living my needs instead of my life...

I traced a tint of mischievousness in her photo
in compare with her self-portrait...