Miss B
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| Introduction | Shattered moments; solids and spaces; surfaces and infinity. Dreams as tangible as heartbeats; insubstantial phantoms; shadow thoughts. Smiles slipped into coat pockets -- safely wrapped in wax paper, to eat later; kisses dissolved in cups of tea. A universe held in the palm of the hand; shining stars on silver strings; the Braille of a pulse read through fingertips. Wicked thoughts and restless minds; beautiful broken nothings; a bit of reckless laughter...breathing in, breathing out. |
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"The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper." -- Richard Siken