Sisters if i were but a sister of mercy i’d have no disgrace in this death of bed if i … More

Tornado dog

hers are hackles in the twisted air she snaps she sails her teeth bare

That bamboo

that bamboo refused the stand upright there was relief in the voices of birds and bees who no longer alight

Croatia, 2001

I am moss bitter on the tongue I am but stripling Grown through rock, and I fail to feed your … More

There are doors to splinter

A Gracias por el martes. Estaba fuertissimo, profundo, nosotros crecemos. Digo a ti: Tengo el fuerte suficiente. Mas precisamente, yo … More