Boris Pasternak said that poetry makes itself from the relationship between the sounds and the meanings of words.

“We make sense of the world intentionally. Faced with chaos, we seek or make the…”

“Estraven asleep looked a little stupid, like everyone asleep.”

“My soul is ten thousand miles wide and extremely invisibly deep. It is the same…”

“Hideo," said my mother, in the terrifying way women have of passing without int…”