Kevin Murray,
I need to know what...

We all thought
this homeland had died...

I guess I will taste so much salt
this year - our garden has withered since August...

We've given you all.
All. All...

Imagine a horse, perishing
at the seaside; I...

It's a new year, so
let's celebrate...

Pineapples, pumpkin pie and primroses
underwear, unicorns and umbrellas...

Let us be strangers tonight;
two hungry pigeons gathering...

We're in a life where clammy walls ate half of our
dreams, where the scent of lead corroded the rest...

An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping...

Beautiful.
I’m writing again, which translates...

In August, the sky is pure
like writing freedom on a sheet...