The dream is not a map. A poem is not the territory. The dreamer reclines in a barbershop carpeted with Afro turf. In the dark some soul yells. It hurts to walk barefoot on cowrie shells.
The dream is not a map. A poem is not the territory. The dreamer reclines in a barbershop carpeted with Afro turf. In the dark some soul yells. It hu… - Harryette Mullen
The dream is not a map. A poem is not the territory. The dreamer reclines in a barbershop carpeted with Afro turf. In the dark some soul yells. It hu…
- Harryette Mullen
The spirit of tanka interests me more than following rigid conventions. As I understand it, the tradition allows a variety of approaches, from simple… - Harryette Mullen
The spirit of tanka interests me more than following rigid conventions. As I understand it, the tradition allows a variety of approaches, from simple…
I’ll be emotionally disturbed for as long as it takes - Harryette Mullen
I’ll be emotionally disturbed for as long as it takes
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