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The Way She Carried

Idiots wait on both sides of the fence.

Clouds Afternoon Jazz Sprinkles

Maternalique

Simone Weil’s “hell” sounds like my concept of conformity: hell is an illusion of being--appearance, semiotics, that which conforms to a construct but without true obedience.

I am roughly five months along, as I am writing this.

The Astronomer

The People of Distress

Waves

Ponytail fusses with her acrylic / nails, paints them in Onyx Licorice.

Rouse Hill

"It"s Fair"

Waterfield is a direct descendant of postmodernist Denise Levertov.

No system can endure perfection.

My poems want to rescue you but are often only able to watch.

Charlotte Street