The path disappears
under the foot...

Bleeding the sea
For brown seaweeds...

Days are crisp,
nights chilled...

When I asked you to
drop the millstone...

Little birds
had become stone pelters...

The guile demands
some apology...

Removing the husk
I want you to find the grain...

Half a journey, you want
a happy end. Beyond crossing the...

Defining hunger
I become metaphysical...

A judge sits on
stone to dismantle the...

I cannot understand you.
You walk straight...

Clubfoot.
A poet's dilemma...