Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long.

Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.

Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.

The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.

I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.