Because I owe it to myself,
I will be a better woman...

I enclose no desire to write about the
country resting in South Asia...

I reside on the other side of darkness,
where she rests her head amongst dying...

Bring me the sunset in sleeping cups
let night gently pour, as light fills up...

Preheat an oven to 350 degrees,
combine words to sugar...

Tonight I'll murder you the literate way
riding a sword of words...

I want to write more poetry,
more of you, of words that ryhme...

Riesling rays drunk among
a flock of radiant stars...

You make the sun shine
for you the hours compete...

The title is the name of the Challenge/so it's a...

There's no such thing
as a dying song...

If you could see the woods behind me
tall, quiet and yellow...