Thursday, 31 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - Razor burns

' Singing, keening, texture, meaning. They loved her into being, wished her into loving, then ordered her to the back. When the baby came, the songs took on an ancient turn. The cool dawn air soothing collective razor burns. She sang songs from her child's memory.'

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! I hope someday a museum displays your work and I can see them in person.


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