Poets Sing Our Human Music For Us.

Every Day Is A Gift With A Child, No Matter What Problems You Have.

You Have Me Like A Drawing, Erased, Coloured In, Untitled, Signed By Your Tongue.

How Would You Prepare To Die On A Perfect April Evening?

I Always Wanted A Child. Being A Mother Is The Central Thing In My Life.

I Like To Use Simple Words, But In A Complicated Way.