That Man by Aunty K

He, the father of my child,  leaves me every working day to inhabit a world beyond my appreciation. A world of angles and gradients, surveys, audits, plans and bypasses. I hear the language of this landscape as if hearing it on the radio. It is remote from my life. Once removed...

New Beginnings by Felicity Chapman

Aching for the woman I used to know. Her laugh was hearty, her body fit, her time her own....

Charlotte Perkins Gilman by Ginalol

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