15 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
28 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
In a fat, greasy soil, that's full of snails,
I'll dig a grave deep down, where I may sleep
Spreading my bones at ease, to drowse in deep
Oblivion, as a shark within the wave.