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live on fm: satres sippin’ on orange juice
Wendy Cope in the next room whispers my favorite poem through my tired ventilation system into the rotating fan in the den, her voice sounds kind of robotic, kind of soothing: “At lunchtime I…
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beetle-fication of girlhood
a poem on franz kafka’s metamorphosis: Who is a woman without a deep feeling of isolation, shame, depersonalization, and the innate pressure to uphold that which is expected of her? Gregor, within Kafkas novella,…
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live on fm: kafka’s conjectures
To be bored and alone was something I wished for when each day bled into the next and time washed away tomorrow as yesterday ran out the back door. Yesterday I felt true boredom…
Feral in the barrel 