Hannah Davenport Writing

Time is a thing wasted, a pearl before the hogs of humanity (those beasts who might devour their keepers if so presented with the opportunity). It..

Double-damn.

More thoughts.

Thoughts.

Damn.

I do not mind your hairy drooping breasts or sloping shoulders, and I hope you do not mind the heftiness, the width and breadth of me. Our imper..

The east coast with its cheap, seductive breath rapes language, conceives and births poets. They sprout and blossom on the yacht-deck, the urban ..

There is no before. Only after, only post- when the world has adjusted to each new circumstance and consequence. With a resolute click, life ..

In the depths of me, an ocean churns and bubbles, ripe with passion. The chaos is enclosed (muscular walls tightening) but I feel its presence an..

The coiled python which rests in my stomach is poised, ready for the strike. Provoked, it springs from that slimy den, scales my throat, and the ..

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Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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