We walk inside a character

the poem tilts us toward the...

At the shore of poetry

My heart is filled with gratitude...

and my heart is no cavity but...

While travelling in the realm beyond the body I met a music teacher...

My mother sent a message in a book, in a bracelet and in a necklace with a feather charm...

Yearning - I’m always yearning toward my dream - and perhaps...

Final weekend before handing over...

I practice tolerance. I practice compassion, lately even with...

There are no goodbyes. I swear it is an illusion. We reject...

The sky is butter blue but scented like mountain...