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three words: MOTHER, FULL, FOOL This poem was busked at the Feminist Zinefest, NYC

Five words: CONSENT, PLACE, BLACK, WOMAN, SPACE

Muriel Rukeyser

Some #31DaysofO written on an Underwood.

written @ Canzine, 2014

co-written by Sagan Yee, December 2014 at Bit Bazaar

Cleveland Simms

poems busked at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, 2014

busked at the Fairmount Farmer's Market -- October 8th five words: ASH, PROSPERITY, ICE CREAM, PEACE and HARMONY

THREE WORDS: ineffable, euphorious, dilemma  This was my very time performing in New York, I got the opportunity play alongside close friend and bandmate Enuma Flux for a house concert called Ze Couch. Influenced by percussion sounds we collectively composed this piece.

new typewriter that's older than the old typewriter

Busked at Pedestrian Sunday, August 31, 2014 THREE WORDS: LOSS, LIFE, FATE

one happy customer

FIVE WORDS: lunacy, harvest, affection, manifest, quagmire beyond this realm is something worth seeing but it's not entirely visible a knot of confusion a conundrum, a quagmire, an affect that affects everything it touches for you see that confusion and chaos births a level of love within our simple thoughts deep within the forest years deep into the harvest a child hold a seed with tender affection the sky bursts a new shade fades deep within her skin and she smiles at clouds,  allowing her to explore the realm beyond vision beyond believability, beyond the beyond and this seed, planted in blackened soil will manifest and bless the entire village beating a joy to all who eat it's fruit whose lips are nourish who once were lost, now understand that knowledge goes beyond apples,  never forbidden they dispel doubt it becomes written the confusion, the quagmire of existence, a bundle of madness, a puzzle to be solved, can't seem to find a way into the young child's mind with a days worth of bruises and muddy elbows, the strangeness, the lunacy of being correct washes away from the mind as she waters away at the seed and the realm beyond vision is within her grasp...is it within yours? (C) Whitney French 2014

Nuit Blanche, 2013 Crashed the festival Busked over 40 poems in one night Slept 11 hours the next day Thanks to Tom Buis for the photo