... Man Is Eating The Earth Up

It Doesn't Matter Who My Father Was; It Matters Who I Remember He Was.

A Woman / Who Loves A Woman / Is Forever Young.

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.

The Grass As Bristly And Stout As Chives And Me Wondering When The Ground Will Break And Me Wondering How Anything Fragile Survives

The Little Girl Skipped By Under The Wrinkled Oak Leaves And Held Fast To A Replica Of Herself.