February 2012
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Fever-damaged girls light up in a row. Spells and vixens and dead calico kittens. The convent said fire. The fire said kindness. Kindness took a victim. Bone bonnets for the little girls sleeping, and blue beds for their snapped necks. A kiss is a bite is a bit. Slit in the clouds above a slit throat. A black coat and a black glove went missing. * One girl was fallen in cold golden light. Girl...
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Listen
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Close your eyes and listen. Listen to the silent screams of terrified mothers, the prayers of anguished old men and women. Listen to the tears of children … a beautiful little girl among them, with golden hair, whose vulnerable tenderness has never left me. Look and listen as they walk towards dark flames so gigantic that the planet itself seemed in danger.
