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I am
I am the shy young girl, the fat blowsy wife, a woman of leisure holidaying in Greece. A harlot painted, dangling cigarette, the little flower girl selling posies, tall skinny model sashaying down the ramp, TV anchorwoman with confidence of leather,...
On listening to a concert
For a while we inhabit a structure of mellifluous sounds a cathedral, with the sun flowing through stained glass For a while we balance on whorls, spirals, sorties, and crescendos into purple nooks, on neon platforms For a while we shiver in the c...
Summer is here
The Edge
You and I: Borders
Letting go

