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  • The Madness of Crowds

    Long thought wrongly to be Turkish for turban

  • Morning Bells in Marienplatz

    The wasps

  • Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story

    At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,

  • When We Make Lifelines, the Universe Breathes a Little Easier

    When night becomes heavy, I break a hole

  • Olney Hymn

    not my li-

  • Bed

    I haven’t got a fingernail or bed

  • Without You

    I was doing just fine, a job, a home,

  • The World Provides

    Someone somewhere must always be

  • WHEN EVENING COMES

    Everyone here has so many faces,

  • Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up | Shall we praise the girls who will not come down | It’s about water that didn’t lose its shine

    Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up

  • Ophelia

    Where stars sleep on the calm black waters,

  • GETTING READY THE HOUSE | THEY ARE MOVING ALONG

    My friend goes to visit his grave