Where Does she belong, what is it she loves,
by
jessica kevill
23 October 2009
Spirals of inspiring seeds that grow the wood
by
Heather Whittaker
23 October 2009
So, in my head, I'm stark naked in your bed,
by
Heather Whittaker
23 October 2009
So, in my bed, I'm stark naked in your head.
by
Heather Whittaker
23 October 2009
Pastel platitudes, play-safe attitudes
by
Heather Whittaker
23 October 2009
a hearse of a man, dark and voluminious
by
Heather Whittaker
23 October 2009
peacock feathers at twenty paces, pistols drawn
by
Heather Whittaker
23 October 2009
High above the ridge, the forest pans out
by
Heather Whittaker
23 October 2009
An army frozen in time-space continuum
by
Heather Whittaker
23 October 2009
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