And The Verse Falls To The Soul

Hate Is Like A Swordfish, Working Through Water Invisibly And Then You See It Coming With Blood Along Its Blade, But Transparency Disarms It.

Death Is The Stone Into Which Our Oblivion Hardens.

What Did The Earth Teach The Trees? How To Speak To The Sky.

I Want To Do To You What Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

Sometimes A Piece Of Sun Burned Like A Coin In My Hand.