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Canary in a Coal Mine, or Zoonosis
by jen westhale
Think of a canary singing during breakfast. Think of breakfast as a safe space. Forget everything you’ve been told about importance, about nutrition, and open up dialogues around the sniff of air not yet settled, sleep positioned long and lithe in the cold of a town with the name of reproductive ( Read more... )
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I feel as though a painting unfurls as I read your pieces, suffused in colors, hues, sights, scents and sounds.
Not only that, I think the most remarkable thing about your writing is that it is so personal. It's as if your fingers are actually rendered useless because your flows with a fertility and lushness that only the intimate language, nay, song, the heart and soul can truly express. Each word is handled tenderly in its craftsmanship. Each letter a musical/lyrical note to an languidly sprawling masterpiece.
This sort of writing takes finer appreciation.
The cadence of each written word of yours resonates for some time after.
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