Wendy Brown-Baez
Traveling Home
On both sides of the highwaybarren woods gleam in winter’s last gasp.The bus is warm and the boyseated next to me has fallen asleep,his face pressed to the cold glass. My legs ache to stretc...
On both sides of the highwaybarren woods gleam in winter’s last gasp.The bus is warm and the boyseated next to me has fallen asleep,his face pressed to the cold glass. My legs ache to stretc...
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Eve's Daughter
I want a red dress as smooth as satinand the hips to carry it offI yearn for a world where it is ok to wear this dress and not be afraid of either womanly jealousy or manly lustI yearn for a world where...
I want a red dress as smooth as satinand the hips to carry it offI yearn for a world where it is ok to wear this dress and not be afraid of either womanly jealousy or manly lustI yearn for a world where...
Am I drunk or just dreaming?
Am I drunk or just dreaming? Is the moon full or is it only reflections from the city lights on the cobbled path? The bridge swayed and the moonlight slid along the chain link that...
Am I drunk or just dreaming? Is the moon full or is it only reflections from the city lights on the cobbled path? The bridge swayed and the moonlight slid along the chain link that...
How to get your copy of transparencies of light
How to get your copy of transparencies of lighttransparencies of light...
How to get your copy of transparencies of lighttransparencies of light...
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