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ALICE
HELEN
JACK -
The Gods
it is the feel of the ground on our feet ( Read more... ) -
Bed of Moss
perfection painted in our minds - we kiss ( Read more... ) -
Smoke in a Lampshade
slithering soapy fingers on a marble counter ( Read more... ) -
Strength
as the Sun drowns in the thick horizon ( Read more... ) -
Broken: A haiku of despair
she cuts like a knife
silence is a murderer
i can't breathe right now
-by Bonnie Moraga -
Mirror Bends
smooth surfaces collect the wine of my body ( Read more... ) -
Vines
cursed - lost in the dust trail ( Read more... ) -
Wolfie Wench
Almost dead - not quite living in the real world ( Read more... ) -
The Knowing
when was this agony broken ( Read more... )