Peter van Straten:
Self portrait after enlightenment
Peter van Straten:
The quiet violence of self-examination
Peter van Straten:
No privacy for the living
Peter van Straten:
Where Jenny went
Peter van Straten:
They sleep because this world is beneath them
Peter van Straten:
Abandon all notions of near and far
Peter van Straten:
SHE
Peter van Straten:
Does the soul hang up washing?
Peter van Straten:
The man who would marry the sky
Peter van Straten:
Once a year she slips through to remind me that I am alive
Peter van Straten:
When everything sees everything
Peter van Straten:
All the worlds
Peter van Straten:
Relationships end
Peter van Straten:
The Mother
Peter van Straten:
Nature as lived from the inside
Peter van Straten:
"Don't worry, when you get to my age it will just be a tree again."
Peter van Straten:
The artist
Peter van Straten:
The good feminist
Peter van Straten:
Death is the second honeymoon
Peter van Straten:
To the other side
Peter van Straten:
On the healing of strangers
Peter van Straten:
During an afternoon nap Mrs Vauxhill accidentally encountered the Elders of Bn'hat
Peter van Straten:
"Tweet!"
Peter van Straten:
Women of earth deny access to your bodies, until a green future is designed to your taste
Peter van Straten:
Those that have known the divine no longer fear the absurd
Peter van Straten:
Take the call
Peter van Straten:
Just sitting on the wall between worlds
Peter van Straten:
The meeting
Peter van Straten:
The things the universe will do to get your attention
Peter van Straten:
Give me two rand, I let you look into my eyes...
