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 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.
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
But we should not have to imagine it
We had a right to that reality
That was to be our world
A Heart-Shaped KeyIt 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
