I hear voices in the fan, as it whirls and shifts, heartbeats and sighs circle round the air conditioner as it takes in the heat…
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I hear voices in the fan, as it whirls and shifts, heartbeats and sighs circle round the air conditioner as it takes in the heat…
Comments closedI’ll admit there are moments when the blank screen stares at me with a measure of malice, daring me to type something of merit on…
Comments closedToo many thoughts are swirling and bouncing around, vying for my attention, pronouns and identities, and orientations seem natural to me, call someone what they…
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