you’re enwombed within stone, this anchorhold,wool on your skin, the draught on your feetink on your nose, barley in your teeth.to look at a hazelnut and see everything —...
hronæsbansorrowful, weeping tears of salttaken, hunted, harpoonedfrom my blue lagooncrafted by you into this box.
hronæsbancarve me, recalcitrant though I ammay my banhus tell both...
Where now those sentences, those syllables,Loaded like cannon balls on the field of Austerlitz?Full of the weight and confidenceAnd destructive power of centuriesOf thought,...
“A window to the soul”I would fix my gaze upon its shuttersPale, dusty blue-greenTarnished edgesAn irritating creakThey’re faulty,Letting unwanted light stream inBlinding me,Or they...
What beauty is thereIn the anger that spills from your lips?After every kissA fightUneven groundI've become so good at telling liesThe droplets fall; I...