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Mother’s Milk My lips tremble as if I am about to cry. Please let your mother’s milk steel me against the animal I become when my brain confuses intellectual arousal with physical pleasure.  Why do I nurse wounds that flow from the expectations of others?  Sometimes it feels like I’m the suckling of a TinContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: M.A. Blickley & Zoe Anastassiou”