Poetry

How old is the Earth?

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image Jana Astanov, from the performance “The Art of Saving the Arctic” Art Basel, 2014 I look at the American college girls beautiful and…

Feral Women

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by Gabrielle Rose  I am the women you see here before  A women in fire you branded as whore  Yes my passion is deep…

An Erogenous Universe Dreams Back

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The Moon’s dynamic psychicis a  feeling part of ourselvesthat subjectively tints. They say: perception of reality consistsof behavioral patterns and emotional conditioning. I say:…

Sapphic Awakening on the Banks of the Seine

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She turned her attention to me one last time, pushing me hard against the old stones to look deeply into my eyes.  Her pale green irises seemed especially bright against the wet, black lashes.
“Merci,” she said, her features softening.  And then she released me.

Samba Muse

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by Penelope Fate Through the sand and down streets all of them paved with truthTruth that marches to its beats, Tarine the muse leads…

PraSlavic Vessel

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Between my thighs is the warm shadow of lips,And the erotic curves of fear, beauty, myth, lustgrowing a plant of such medicineall healing starts…