For Now I Stand Upon the Threshold
A long poem composed in the depths of a severe nervous breakdown. A bitter elegy of anguish, despair and destruction.

A short, sad poem about a walking wall.

They do not care that you are smaller than them, or weaker
For they enjoy your company, they listen and talk and it is not small talk.

A World Without Gender
But we should not have to imagine it
We had a right to that reality
That was to be our world 

A Heart-Shaped Key
It is the only key I have
What else am I supposed to do?

The Dancing Mountain
Oh mighty tower, how your rocky cliffs and rapids thunder in the storm
As though you live – you live! – and dance beneath a golden sky