‘But I was always in there. Held in. Held in and held in, swaying and swinging, held in, held in, till there was a creak and I was out and away’ (A cat’s thoughts and feelings about being caged in … >>>>>…….>>>>>…….
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…… Milk in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum / The cat stretching her black body from the pillow The way she makes her curvaceous response to the small, kind gesture / Then laps the bowl clean Then wants to … >>>>>…….>>>>>…….
‘Colour a power which directly influences the soul’ Wassily Kandinsky The Begging Bowl: a poem for love by Danielle LaPorte I want to watch my humiliation turn into medicine. I want to turn my pain over and over like wood … >>>>>…….>>>>>…….