Lethal Green
We gaze at our painted bodies in the cloudy
poetry
Fairy & Folk Tales
A practice of breakign night
Continual
Kaleidoscopic, refreshingly variable, you
Das Ding An Sich (The Thing Itself)
Bits of sadly couloured nothing flash
What Your Body Says
Each day, as you walk like a dance on your way
Apples
Her husband poured
Dead Blue Horn
You touched my sleeve to say
Missing
Ther are days you think you have died
A Slow Burst of Song
Briefly:
Corona: After the Blizzard
Staring out at the empty parking lot
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