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Poem (from Cate L).


My heart is in grief

    Best friend do your worst.


Love, what love


Complex is the feeling

that sparks

    after a touch.


The flow of the river like an echo through my heart

Lift your bow, take a straight arrow, and shoot.





Evil is external (from Simone W).


Evil is external to itself:  where it is, it is not felt.

It is felt where it is not:  the feeling

of evil is not



Where it is:  the rapist judge;

where it is not:


a father,

feeling in his soul


the whole weight of force


and indifference


it stops with him.  It stops him.

No one cares.  To see it is against



aspiration, ergo he is beaten.

And shunned—

and killed.