And other poems Sand in My Toes The moon has learnt to invade my dreams Full behind my eyelids sometimes…
and other poems Wrote this in my Sleep So many roseate summers ruinedby sermons to self,fumbling to fitinto form not…
The Noble Buddha said Life is full of suffering and Boy, he wasn’t lying!There are wars and bombs and young…
Lullaby burnt hair what gets mixed in serving foam: Gaia fissure describe a deep cut snuff pouch…