Poetry
The Problem of Joy
Mitochondrial Eve A plague of poppies: salmon, tomato, apricot. Some years I save the seeds, audible in upright […]
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Poetry
They don’t like us much
No women here. No women at all.
Mitochondrial Eve A plague of poppies: salmon, tomato, apricot. Some years I save the seeds, audible in upright […]
No women here. No women at all.