[tabby title="Poem"] today we are forced to modify our dreams dream less and less of economic freedom for all today we are forced to hide our thoughts of disappointments in this half freedom land and its torturous tales of rage...

[tabby title="Poem"] We are the ones from broken homes Our hearts wear permanent scars And our souls know only cold wind from open windows of their winter hearts – Whose children are we supposed to be When even the world...

[tabby title="Poem"] The people next door Don’t care much about philosophy They don’t care About this collapsing economy - Every Saturday morning The boy next door Puffs a cigarette outside While talking soccer with his friends His mother joins the...

the courage to be oneself the coffee mug stands erect on the floor and take note of that shoe under the stool and my books lying everywhere – check this hard-bound copy of Rainer’s poems lying wide open like thighs...

the heart is perfectly cold – no room for love, that rope and that stoel over there are perfect where they are but where is the lighter and the paraffin i want to burn while I dangle like a fruit...