Friday, March 14, 2014

terrestrial animal

You can now get your very own copy of this weird little prose poem chap filled to the brim with underground houses, dysfunctional housewifery, and cold war anxieties…  I am willing to swap for pretty much anything (chaps, books, lovely paper things, ephemera, postcards, tiny art pieces.) 

Just shoot me a message at dancinggirlpress (at ) yahoo and I will send one your way…

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