My Poetry
you think this particular kind of freedom is unimportant… Read more
Anxieties themselves beguile In light of that barista’s smile Read more
I may not sorrow give But pleasure, to the fruit I eat Read more
No matter when it was, no matter where, Without exception… Read more
We have not yet escaped, we do Not truly liberated be Till we again move through this world… Read more
This is how the journey to Happiness is begun Read more
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