When was a question a question,
when was a clue...

They were united
before the world split to two...

Driblets of moon in
my jasmine tea, twinkling stars...

When the truth is due
though your voice turns skew...

This world, these words,
these concrete foundations of temporality...

First, I learned that
my aunty was schizophrenic...

Looking upon the red canvass
of flower buds...

Oh I belong to you
Like a prince who lost his kingdom...

Hardcore feminism
in all aspects...

His sword defeats death
right before defeating all...

Why impelling feeling with talks,
bottling up something ethereal...

Words are for when we disregard silence.
Writing is the tendency of the forgotten poetry to...