The moon which started so high and white has now lemoned low in the middle of this night and the dogs are [...]
Between meditation and mass
I know the door devotion,...
Happiness is here and now (or: Neighbours at a near distance)
...before the sun, which rises only...
Understanding there is no write way
A teacher tests these lines...
Whatever we do
Love is a cycle - ...
The excavation
This cancer aggravating...
I would invite myself
If I could redo the day...
Stuck in this cycle of recurrence
If it were a true story....
Meditations on The Last Poet
I ride to zem as though on the last SUP fearing...
The after party
This idea of orange carpet and...
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