Genre: Poetry

Bar Null

All the waves arrive bereft of their refugees,

the trees abolish even their ruins,

amassed in the chamber of zeroes.

There is nothing there to be filled:

you could grow learned in noughts,

study the accumulation of chalk.

That too

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Two Women & Sampler



My feminism expresses itself in an intense
interest in what women do.

—Louise Bourgeois


Battlement stitch. And yet this same needle also made the Algerian Eye Stitch, the Peking Knot, and the Spanish knotted feather stitch, made …

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