Poem (from Cate L).
My heart is in grief
Best friend do your worst.
Love, what love
Complex is the feeling
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:
feeling in his soul
the whole weight of force
it stops with him. It stops him.
No one cares. To see it is against
aspiration, ergo he is beaten.