I want you to be a house,with a steep roof off which the rain can run.i want you to have windows draft proof,to shield against the elements,and doors with good locksand solid frontages. I want you to have curtains and insulation,a fireplace, a warm soft bed.I want you to have morningswhen the sun rises in … More A Poem: A House

I am a bird, who has drawn its cage around. A spinning top, which has spun itself into delirium. A body, cushioned by the ocean, sinking into oblivion. That the head leads up until the heart quakes and stops, is a truth we are forced into accepting. That when I rise I am an eagle, … More A Poem: Heart Quake