Victoria McGrath



Rites of Passage

You are a piece of shattered peace, a maelstrom scattering the fragments of your childhood wildly on the wind. And now you’ve claimed your adolescence like a rainwash, sweeping both of us down slopes of saneness ‘til rock-bottom seems a …

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Mama Gondwana

mama cracks the arm back rips my body from the crater of its birth shakes it splitting black lands from black lands tearing down a jagged line faults on every side and schism rift and drift and lava flows muscle …

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