Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master
Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep.
The water that pollutes you is poison;
The poison that purifies you is water.
by Joseph O. LegaspiThere are no children here.
The adults are strangely erotic
in their miseries. This town,
wrecked, solemn, can be named
Longing: un-plucked wild berries
dripping along infinite ...