Isn’t it foolish
to keep crossing these bridges...

Oh, god, I am still alive
think of the people I killed...

Mandela (Trois-par-Huit)
Suspicion...

My wife tears into her mango with great pleasure
as juice runs down her chin, wiped before...

We only catch what we hold;
The rest slithers through, is lost...

The engine will pass before we get there!
Tumbling down the path through the woods...

Mardi Gras
The floats rumble...

Real understanding
of what true love would require...

For many people
life is drawing for a straight...

This mirror lies, it is a false witness
for it depicts my chest whole and clear...

I was a young man
and I spoke in symbols...

Before ideas are formulated into thought
is an intuitive grasp of what has been wrought...