Nothing is expected, nothing is owed. Just be, and being is the greatest gift. In pure celebration I...

Standing there, we are the infinite magnification and amplification of each other. But with light too powerful... We will inevitably

Let me not feed my inner beast, my most magnificent and exquisite beast. I pray that cold shoulders will keep her dormant, stunted, and frosts quell her thirst. Waiting for...

My existence is rebellion, my love for you pure anarchy. My radical acceptance leaves me smiling as the world burns down...

Don't we make Love rich? We who love recklessly and uninhibitedly, intense and yet vulnerable, we who are shameless: our naked beating...

All I want to do is run into her arms and say, "Sister here I am. Hold my hand and never let go. Let us be in bloodbond"

Between the lines live my forbidden desires: the intense want to hold onto anyone who will stay through the fleeting years...

Sun streaks peak through the blanket of clouds, painting the sky with rainbows: there is no color like the smell of damp earth. We dance...

I wish the moon would swallow me whole so I can bathe in the illuminescence of her white belly, so I can float weightlessly amongst lotus...

When the hazy purple dusk turns black, the shape of dunes on the horizon melts away into the Milky Way which stares at us with ancient...

When the spirit takes flight, when the feet can’t keep still, hips and shoulders sway side to side, hearts beat in unison, making one...

You. Who are not woman enough for me, You. Who are not what I thought you would be... objects soaring like shells and stars, the wrong way

She ran home crying in her blood stained dress, she feared she was dying, her mother never told her about womanhood...

Dreams are our lifeblood and oxygen. Hope and faith is humanity itself. And wisdom grows from quiet contemplation: a patient endeavor of soul feeding which one rushes past on the road to survival...

Out of kitchen foil and boards he built the throne of God. Not one but many thrones, until he could fill a whole room with thrones and...

She shakes as her elephant skin is pierced with drills. In her majesty she swats away the mighty man as if he is no more than a housefly...

Our mother, she cries, with unceasing tears. She sobs for hours, for days, for weeks. We hear the thundering beat of her broken heart as...

We sing until we choke on the ashes of bleeding forests, we run until our lungs are filled with soot and our hearts sink into the depths...

Born of angels - not a mother, not a father - raised by love incarnate in a vivid world without color, where the harsh contrasts of white on black cease to frame the grainy faces...

Le soleil d’été, les beaux jours dont on rêve dans les peintures. Les Romantiques, les Impressionnistes n’ont jamais vu les Français périr un jour d’été...