A work of rich clear sensual language, of "thermal tremble and juice," these poems and photos pull the weaver's threads together, bring focus to "wherein we can be a root to the sea." Sinewy lines are constantly "quoting my biology back to me as vow" and display a "multi-creative musculature" we desperately need and desire. j/j is the real deal, reclaiming a space for engendered anarchy, opening Pandora's secret treasure trove, playing with fire,...
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