When birds sing love songs we salivate When birds sing about love who are we not to walk through fire and dance on the embers When birds sing…
Songs from inside the fire fly straight to the core of red-hot answers Songs from the upset belly of the bubbling question Songs from inside shoot upwards they…
The same mute question that you meet in the street is the ancient question that ancestors grappled with the question that crackles and pops like heated oil A…
Troops of fascists within horrid internal harassers conjuring phantoms squashing budding ideas fabricating elfish punishments raucously voicing fear-inducing threats paralysing action The hectoring technology within alert and hyperactive…
The mute tears we share without embracing The masked smiles we transmit from a distance calculated by health authorities each of us looking stunned from a measured remove…