PROWLING MEMORY’S ROOMS: Poems by Helen Wickes
NARRATION He hollered She slapped He chose back of the hand She found the horse whip I visited ...
NARRATION He hollered She slapped He chose back of the hand She found the horse whip I visited ...
The Dreaming Machine
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A Black Swan Staring at the news lends me the wisdom of a shepherd sitting on a hill as ...
Her grandfather would never go back there. He distrusted the place. ‘The people smile all the time,’ he used to ...
The Dreaming Machine is honored to be part of The Creative Process, an exhibition and international educational initiative traveling to ...
LI RUO 脱光了,睡你 床,你幸苦了 今天休息 赖了你一天 一直睡到头昏脑胀 四肢无力 床,谢谢你 不管我得意失意 你总是 毫无怨言的 在背后默默地支持我 从不冷眼 从不势利 不管我是胖是瘦 从不嫌弃 ...
I'd like to introduce, in these difficult times, Ukrainian writer and photographer Zarina Zabrisky. We talked about her photo series ...
HAIR IN THE WIND we invite all poets from all countries to be part of the artistic-poetic performance HAIR IN...
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