The Garden of Words
   
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  smell of goat hair, horse piss
three gifts of the past

he said it was a wind
for me, it is an ocean

as you drop your body
you realize another truth

all the free verse
poetry

nothing solves loneliness
it has two purposes

transplant successful
the prosies moved and set down roots

  gimme stuff
cause it's my birthday

worth 1000 words
woman at work

about the writer
who is frances donovan?

a pack of lies
livejournal profile

not from greece
on the definition of a lesbian

the procrustean bed
body image is a feminist issue