“without struggle and no particular aim”...
Allow ourselves
Moby mood
walking through poems that collect like leaves outside the Gastown...
After not seeking approval of
it might be weird to know...
A safe way
Hope for a safe way in to what is already inside us...
September 10th in the love-now town
She’s right; the mountain’s dew-damp with light. The morning calls in...
Romance the night
The blue night strolls across...
The divine visitor
He puts a wink into the...
Back to reading headlines again
A by the by, to hopefully destroy wrong perception...
In the bottom of a dream
I wake up and buy myself...
My heart awakened, and the birds flocked to my neighbour’s fingertips
Walk into the white wet morning with its envelope of...
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