Blue ticked? Maybe it's you…

Recently, I bumped into someone whom I’d met once before. Part of the conversation went like this Me: Hi Vanessa* Her: Oh, I wonder who told you my name. We […] More

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Somehow we survive

Somehow we survive and tenderness, frustrated, does not wither. Investigating searchlights rake our naked unprotected contours. . . . boots club the peeling door. But somehow we survive severance, deprivation, […] More

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