Another terror victim has died. She has a remarkable story. This poem is offered up in her memory.
I exist beyond biology....I am a warrior and my cause is honesty...I choose to feel everything.
In the star-strewn field where we meet... Before the gates close... Hold me in a slow-dance ecstatic embrace.
Eve lives inside my skin...she is primal, she is woman, she is curious, she is new, she is wild...Eve is not "The fallen slut that caused all the trouble," though oversimplifications of texts would have us believe that.
5775 - There's something so comforting in its sturdy symmetry. And Lord knows we need some comfort this year. So let's make the most of 5775's palindromic power with some spoken-word in its honor.
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