Because sometimes I live in a hurricane of words and not one of them can save me.
Words Under the Words: Selected PoemsHe's lost his colour very far from here, Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry
The War PoemsA beloved daughter who now spent holidays alone.
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest TrailI put her burnt bones into my mouth and swallowed them whole.
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest TrailIn my perception, the world wasn't a graph or formula or an equation. It was a story.
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trailbelief is the death of intelligence.
Cosmic Trigger: Die letzten Geheimnisse der Illuminaten oder An den Grenzen des erweiterten Bewusstseins