Dangerous Compassions

the good work

My new friend sent me some zines.  I read a poetry one.  It’s fantastic.  It’s grittier than mine.  I am still getting to know her–she’s one of those people who looks like a perfectly normal human but is really strangely remarkable.  I like when that happens.

I gotta get my show on the road.  Visioning meeting today–those can last and last.  It’s the good work.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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