My piece in the show:
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"ripe spring turned thoughts to nutritious crumbs feeding an uncooperative craving good faith"
"a blizzard of solemn gestures fell shimmering to the floor"
"and covered the room with virtuous dust, transparent and concentrated, it's danger lay fresh"
"cloudless hours fell in protest confusing sense and rational emotion. night captured waking thought."
"lies obviously not serious still not free"from Alterations: Catch-22, July 2007
