Fue Adondo A Mi Me Perdieron Quw

It Was My Destiny To Love And Say Goodbye.

The Typewriter Separated Me From A Deeper Intimacy With Poetry, And My Hand Brought Me Closer To That Intimacy Again.

What Does Autumn Go On Paying For With So Much Yellow Money?

Your Wide Eyes Are The Only Light I Know From Extinguished Constellations.

Bitter Love, A Violet With It's Crown Of Thorns In A Thicet Of Spiky Passions, Spear Of Sorrow, Corolla Of Rage: How Did You Come To Conquer My Soul? What Brought You?