My lover Picasso is going through her Blue Period. In the past her periods have always been red. Radish red, bull red, red like rose-hips bursting seed. Lava red when she was called Pompeii and in her Destructive Period. The stench of her, the brack of her, the rolling splitting cunt of her. Squat l…
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The Centenary of the Russian Revolution
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Nobel Prize winner Svetlana Alexievich on the USSR in Afghanistan.
The Cells, Tissues, Systems and Cavities of the Body
‘You were a coat of many colours wrestled into the dirt.’