Suzie Doogan’s experimental, experiential poetry spirals around overconsumption, grief, the internet
My hand is holding an object that looks somewhat like a bar of soap: smooth and pink, but not waxy like soap is. Pressed into it, like a brand, with haphazard letters and pieces of plastic broken to ...
Results that may be inaccessible to you are currently showing.
Hide inaccessible results
Feedback