Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.

“He who cannot howl will not find his pack.”

“هندوانهبودای سبزبر پیشخوان میوه فروشلبخندش را گاز میزنیمو دندانهایش را تف میکنی…”

“The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by b…”

“Poetry is an orphan of silence.”