like the sky I've been too quiet

not in an anthropological mood

first notebook of songs

forgive me my

seal

el kebda, let it go

we made it to the underpass

our mother is our daughter is our mother

(sister said) home is a direction

we're still at the underpass

call it luck if you want to

call her by her name, enheduanna

growing sense of wonder

I walk again, eyes towards the Sky