Pristine waters flow underneath the white-capped mount long ago there was lichen here for the…
She was a dark silhouette on the park bench — black beret tilted upon her white mane…
I walked into the roomthe air felt thick sadness and gloom
I have never claimedyou’ll dieif you don’t read my story.I am not sayingone cannot survive…
Pink clouds adrift,on budded branches,brief sparks against grey bark.
We call ourselves slaves Place blame and act the sameSo well-behavedVictims who should…