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Everything changes, yet, everything stays the same. It’s that the final days of the world are also the first of the new life. That’s how everything...

Todo cambia, también, todo queda lo mismo. Es que los últimos días del mundo fueron también los primeros de la vida nueva. Y así es todo: diferente,...

All brooks hazed in twilight Soft hissing steam fills the air In the shadow of a falling sun   The night reveals reptilian eyes Quietly searching a minefield Seeking a...

Roar of thunder hear my cry, Do you hear your children sigh? Drops of sweat on their brow, Blooded beaks of the crows. Dawn breaks before their eyes. Heaving...

I sit at the table, watching the world go by feeling like pure freedom, I think I can fly and write, and act, and shout with...

They call LA the City of Angels but I wasn’t made to have wings. You taught me to keep my feet on the ground with my head...

tense shoulders and cracked dry hands and quiet car rides and loud pool days. tall trees and the kitchen sink and a stash of empty smarties wrappers.   resting...