Angels of Anarchy, Women Artists and Surrealism

a bottle with wings reads a poem to wake me up by Ruixue Jia
11 October 2009

Her placid presence almost overwhelmed me. by susan smith
11 October 2009

Scudding clouds minister sunlight to the wasteland by Jimmy Macfarlane
11 October 2009

My carborundum heliotrope, your breath excites me. by Andrew Eason
11 October 2009

The shoeless dreams of childhood stirred anxiety by Yolanda Cardenas
12 October 2009

triangle ... resemble..form i took you for granted by rob zero
12 October 2009

Dreams of freedom and angel wings made from cotton by Susan Sutton
12 October 2009

where the angst of lust was lost to itself by Silver-Dae Montbastion
12 October 2009

I feel the sparkle of the the cotton wool bed by Susan Sutton
12 October 2009

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