Writing From 1986

From a circle with “dieting” in the centre – I was 24…. and this came from the bubbles that were circled around it. Not every woman has beauty in her house, In soft December, slim Monicamas. American beauties, tall and trim, but holding the torch of unnatural surroundings and shapes. Strict hellish diets, with their […]

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Poems from 1986 #1

I am tired of being treated like a child, a criminal, a mass, incompetent, undisciplined, under the parental rigidity of government… “I Am Tired Of” There is a fear of matrimony, a cutting of the wings of freedom, a vulnerable path to pain, an ink blotted contract of love, a locking of one’s self to […]

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