I imagine now a lonely death,
where I may muster sickened breaths...

Generosity,
thy name is woman...

The day punched me like a thug.
In the blinding white canteen...

Take a light moment
each day...

I a good borrower space.
just a body...

My mother never told us who she loved,
but packed us off to school each sun cracked dawn...

“But what is it that afflicts you, child?” The...

There is not a word to write
of anything but sun...

I admit defeat.
I admit this ragged shawl...

There is no sun beyond the fog,
no beacon in the deadened smog...

Bird girl
huddles by the gates...

The sun was setting.
Circling around...