Next week, I think I will just stop being me for a while. Do not have a funeral, shed not a single tear. If you do want a glimpse of …

Trees burn and beg with green fire. They shout their ragged breath into our ears.               What are they telling you? Branches of bushes lean and pile on one another for …

Keep your growing edges sacred. Your borders are sharp. Be the weapon with your words and subtle gestures. Do not be sweet to those who show you their visas and …