writers breathe in words and imagesof less imagined worlds of othersnew worlds that sparkle…
Subtle, slow, almost imperceptiblechanges take place in my bodypain, sleepiness, broken skinmy lungs fail
Silence from my mother,Silence from my brotherSilence from my father,Silent lies my friend.The tearing…
Tell me whythe daisies singwhen they listento your voice.Tell me whythe crepuscular sky…