fork burke
Simultaneous knowing – eight year old girls
have no use for the word frontier
Being not doing – you answer your own
prayer – and what would happen
Listening down silent frequency
Space is the other side of control
Secret threads of wild dreams
Stares with something unseen
Only weakness can be commanded
Mystery – my lips – my hands – for me nameless experience
How you I am
If you can't hear him
You can't write him
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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fork burke
received her BA in Literature from The New School University 2008, Fork is a poet using words to investigate experiment and question tender agreements around image communication both as a poet and a self-taught visual artist, currently living in Switzerland.
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