Home Land

If we didn't hate ourselves
so much
Things would probably
be better

More than a Woman

You are my peace
You are my destiny
You are the light in my life
And signposts of you
Show me
That I'm on the right path
Shimmering free

Asteraceae aut Flavia?

We either control things
Or we don't
And that
Is the most liberating thing
Of all

Lost Berlin

I love you always
No matter how far
We may fall

A Labor all Day Weakened

The resistance itself
Is where suffering may lie
Rather than
In what
We are resisting

Siccitatis

Dry times
Are my times
Or should it be?

Nice days
For always
Could be death, you see?

Holding this Body

Wants of the body
That the mind
Cannot seem to keep