Say Goodbye.

I was caught like a fishhook / in the soft dab of my lower lip.

I love my Digi-cam

In her novels and private correspondence, the gap was narrowed. What was human became animal and what was animal became human.

Nothing comes from nothing, And so Prometheus toiled: I must change your life.

For the first time in years, he decides to stop digging.

what it is to become a dream.

The mountains will bare themselves and our hands will receive.

Open sesame

Show your truths to me

I am just another pothole, // Feeling the weight of // That other invisible world // As it passes over me

To glean your teeming brain // It needs harvest // Or will rot

What would the hill be but a dried steppe // On the falling back of an afternoon

I often dream of Lutīyā the cosmic whale.

My beloved has gifted us this water of life / This ocean which has the power to create or destroy / Yet in it we blindly place our trust

"I realised that in order to find time to think and a view of what felt like the whole world, I had to be uncomfortable."