Swear It –Marge Piercy The Crooked Inheritance for Eva My mother swore ripely, inventively a flashing storm of American and Yiddish thundering onto my head and shoulders. My father swore briefly, like an ax descending on the nape of a sinner. But…
On a much, much better note…this settles it. Marge Piercy’s life work has to go on my wish list. To be of use –Marge Piercy From Circles on the Water The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the…
Ganked without shame from slow_poke_poly A New Constellation –Marge Piercy We go intertwined, him and you and me, her and him, you and her, each the center of our own circle of attraction and compulsion and gravity. What a constellation we make:…
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