Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable

I Am Overwhelmed By The Beautiful Disorder Of Poetry, The Eternal Virginity Of Words.

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul Are One.

In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.