The Criminal
Because I told them I believed in death,
poetry
W. L. S. C.
The rose waits for the death of clouds
The South American Priests
They coloured the lives
Triptych
Now does the martyr, who lashes and turns
Homework
White sheets of water
When the Word is Said
A word . . . standing unsentenced,
Haiku
The cities' bridge
The Breeze
humid heat
The Sun
it happened
Man
vacillating
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