About the poet
An internationally exhibiting artist as well as a poet, Heather Phillipson received an Eric...
Goodbye, You can take this as my notice.
Plan B: become less obvious. It’s been said I’m good with mammals. More than that, I’m tremendous in a perceived crisis. I take control, show spunk and affirmation.
For too long, I’ve been passing through one of those periods in which significance is found only in dullness. I don’t know what I need. I need to get out of these wet leggings and into a dry Martini.
Let’s prefer these pointless days while we can. Everything is linked. Everything and nothing, to be accurate.
from Instant-Flex 718 (Bloodaxe, 2013), © Heather Phillipson 2013, used by permission of the author and the publisher
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