The problem is that the problem refuses To respond to itself

Sparrow on the Balcony Railing

I want a death as real as possible

Comply with the law, or don’t. It’s not the end of the world.

if you look into the clouds, you’ll see that hell is our only inheritance.

I know so much more about tenderness than I used to.

In my little life / I hope to hold / some wonder

I am the word ramify, expansive with consequence.

will you say it’s okay?

Nations and borders organize wealth and power against those same people they demand wave their pretty multicoloured rags...

The way a frenzied starling / builds her nest in May, / one clutch of twigs / at a time.

This is what the future looks like. It was all personal to me. Boxing kangaroos and octopi.