Gaia, I apologize!
I cannot explain why little boys bully and burn ants with lenses,
but are always perfect gentlemen to ladybugs.
I cannot explain why alcohol in a man is like wind in a tree.... more »
I, among this Army of Poets!
Millions. Fragile and exhausted.
Armed only with wit and words.
Bodies and Souls in these trenches... more »
When the wind
Cut apart the heat... more »