. travelling to work on the dew-washed morning by bus on the route I never take by car I recognise this house now comfortably nesting among ...

this is my new beautiful neighbourhood hilly with roads that follow the contour of the land that climb descend and scramble down to the wate...

high from a house roof in the kasbah i look at snow covered mountains at a fertile green oasis neatly separated with a clean chirurgical cut...

a blue winter warsaw sky ice crystal stretched like a drum stretched like a bow ready to let the arrow fly stretched to the breaking point s...

admiring roses given to me on my birthday my mother can’t recall my name it’s time to leave to go to the airport I come to my mum saying “ m...

clothes discarded one by one only an amber necklace earrings a few rings a bangle left his hands on my breast searching for death by Katheri...