the curlA Poem by Katherine Martinher hair twisted around imaginary cylanders of different sizes. spring a movement. a change. back to a shape. a curl. her eyes at a tilt to sky always ready to never miss a bird or the moon. she walks with me along the sea enjoying the warm summer waters at our feet.
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Katherine Martinsanta monica, CAAboutits a good time to have a good time. put on your nude suit and jump in the tub. "a bumble bee mumbled me strange ideas about building stories out of branches made of rubber, so they'd bend and sway w.. more..Writing
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