Surveying my Zaftig Contours
The Country of Your Kind. I am the country of your kind, Your kinder country. I am your land, Your …
The Country of Your Kind. I am the country of your kind, Your kinder country. I am your land, Your …
In fury we stand, As a jury we stand, Howling and showing our teeth, hand-in-hand. And we stand in the …
The writer leans back; a slow arching of spine, Burning shoulders pressed deep, with a sigh and a whine To …
A new category. I know, I know, the scarcity of them to the right is pitiful. So here, for your …
I feel the last two lines of this one set the whole piece ablaze. There’s a link to more through …
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