He was captured in the valley of the women
Barrels of Chains.
it was late September. I'd just poured a glass of wine
Frogs on Parade
The groans men use, when a woman passes
A Conspiracy of Cats
Her name I may or may not have, made up
Monkeys
Let me never have her father call me
The Elephant Cinema
I'll be a wicked old woman, thin as a rail
Fleas having Fleas
I want a red dress, I want it flimsy and cheap
Sid is Vicious
There but for the clutch of luck go I
The Elders
Books on female circumsion = slit-clit-lit?
From Honour to Honour
Please can I have a man who wear corduroy
A Perplexity of Penises
I am going to leave you, he said, very politely
Cheers!
Every Day God Pats Me on the Head
I did not imagine being bald
Fying, darling, is the easy bit
When I was a goldfish you never noticed me
If I was not myself, I would be somebody else
he was no longer my father, but I was still his son
The pond was a deep pond once
Tom Cat
The small fine rain came rushing over
An Endlessness of Funereal Steps
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