“This country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.”

Seek refuge in the space between my bones.

Somewhere inside my throat lives your ache.

I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.

I pocket grief and it beckons me like a lover.

My silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.

There is a calmness in not knowing.

Every beauty mark, a country to roam. Every stretch mark, a river to cross.

I loved you in quiet because to hide is to pretend that it is okay.

Allow me to introduce myself, A warning and a welcoming all at once.

We are so much more than skin can hold.

When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a poem.

I have lived too many lives to be only one thing, and instead of attempting to mesh them into a form of a human being, I have decided to love every jagged edge of mine.

I don’t like how your embrace feels like comfort till the knife thrust.

I always wanted to be more than my brown skin, when you told me I was sweet like cinnamon.

If you wish to read the story of my people look no further than my body.

I am only beautiful when my legs are open and I have forgotten my mother tongue to make room for yours.

Are stories a heeded warning, or merely an entertainment? Each story in the collection tries to wrestle with these questions.

The larger the mass of collected things, the less will be their usefulness. Therefore, one should not only strive to assemble new goods from everywhere, but one must endeavor to put in the right order those that one already possesses.

And there must be simple substances, because there are compounds; for the compound is nothing but a collection or aggregatum of simples.

A beautiful literary collection that tells of today’s country doctor, somewhat removed from our romantic black-bag image of days gone by, but still fulfilling an essential need in caring for spread-out populations.

Like a garbage truck, we need a ‘lie-truck’ which will collect lies from everyone’s houses every morning, even every hour!

And I’m kind of the end product of a collection of a really good vibe, and feeling, and creativity on the field.

People with large book collections are almost always diligent learners.

Smoking dope and hanging up Che’s picture is no more a commitment than drinking milk and collecting postage stamps.