October 7, 2009
by Deb
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Come Out of Cover I am one of the unnamed rings, a rippling understudy – with high hopes of circling Phoebe, of finding my place in her retrograde orbit and letting my seasonal spokes of water ice carry on the … Continue reading
October 7, 2009
by Deb
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A Body of Work #2 I have Grandmother’s fingernails. The last time I saw her hands They were folded on top of her Chest, unnatural, a handkerchief Set decoration, laced and clean, Covered whatever glue kept Them peaceful. Concealed Gnarled … Continue reading
October 7, 2009
by Deb
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