Cages

CAGES trapped in apparent spaces power extinguished bird in a forgotten tree building cages safety nests apparent circumstances placing bets on novel lives sunken and clean stuck in barb wire snares itch itch itch the language is obscene headbound in freakish Atlantic sea © Kim van Breda—8 January 2016
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January 9, 2016 at 3:15 PM
A very meaningful piece, Kim! Love the reference to the itchy coiling barbs.
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