I would approach my soul from yours,
opening the pockets of forgiveness...

She couldn't see
but there was a copula verb between them...

It was sitting inside me,
calling me to go far beyond the garden...

The Cave
Accostumed to a surrounding darkness we are...

Salvation
She got up at about 6 in the morning...

It was hell from heaven:
She touched that skin with so much care...

If I were a dewdrop running aimlessly on your lame...
as the kids play with iridescent bubbles...

I have a secret to tell:
I am glued to this world...

I am not a noble woman, I am a mongrel
and I sleep with pack of barking dogs...

I appreciate a round of musical chairs,
sitting unembarrassedly on the edge...

Brazilian Day in Toronto
When you get the subway...

Kitchen Witchery
I get some water for coffee...