After having beaten

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After having battered the cushion to death

and cried over lost loves,

lost lives and lost respect…


After having danced and shaken

and thrashed old ghosts 

out of her own thighs…


After having fantasized 

about surrendering her body and soul

to a lost lover

to mark a new beginning 

of her female identity…


The rain fell first in a tingling whisper

then in a demanding cry

“Come! and feel!”

and she did.



Behind the veils

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Behind the veils of dusty appearances

the soul is quietly


for liberation from the iron shackles

of life’s manipulations.


Still she remains unchanged


lightly blushed from life’s inherent beauties,

fragrant like a rose after the rain. 

March 2nd 99


Today, now – I feel as if the entire bloody mankind might be part of me. Full of smoke, of lust, of drunkenness, intoxicated by wine and painting – all the wickedness, the chasms full of happiness, yearning and sensuality … oh could I always paint, paint – I would be in heaven!