How Can I Shed Tears

I Closed My Eyes To Watch Tiny Dancers Like Jeweled Birds Cross The Dark Screen Of My Eyelids.

Dawn Has A Way Of Casting A Pall On Any Night Magic.

Purification In Fire. Public Cremation

My Hatred Gives Me Strength.

His Voice Was Cloves And Nightingales, It Took Us To Spice Markets In The Celebs, We Drifted With Him On A Houseboat Beyond The Coral Sea. We Were Like Cobras Following A Reed Flute.