Dwelling with Death
After my father died I became jealous of every unorphaned child who held thecalloused arm of her dad in one hand and tucked the other in her mouth like alollipop... Read more.
River
A river flows from my eyes every nightand the moss settled on the banksmakes the myopia of mythsThe world is hazy as if it ends in arm's lengththe river sets... Read more.
Beyond Death
Pain is a seedwhich grows with timeand spreads its brown branchesover the bonesand sheds its leavesin the rivulets of bloodtill it exceeds the bodyand becomes a... Read more.