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nothing but echoes – washed in sorrow

Traditions horned fertility of ancient gods a river of divine blessings sowing of seed was n/ever man’s responsibility I defy tradition! as my father did before me tradition a strait-laced corset about a breathless maid bed of knots and leaves … Continue reading

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Dressed in tender flesh

My sister was telling me about a poet she listened to at a live event. The poet said she would speed-read a book and pick out words at random, and then work the words into a poem. I don’t wish … Continue reading

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