Category: DIY Danna

Full. Stop. by DIY Danna Nothing could stop her from breaking the dish, dispersing shards, pieces of bruised, broken wisdom– a sunflower in a dry

vagabond street blues by DIY Danna Rubber tire sandals on concrete after the rain sounds like diving in pools of pontification and drowning in the

hometown has been shutdown (or, rambling through a post-apocalyptic convenience store) by DIY Danna i’ve lived 6 months in this town i’m half-baked right now

congenial demands by diy danna Picking up the pieces of rubble from a broken seashell while on holiday with the husband who demands to know

A Loaded Country (Ode to Women’s History Month) by diy danna Fires are shot through the cannons. Boom! Boom! Even hermits clamor out of caves

Time for A One Night Stand by diy danna The year was 1969 again, and I was light-years overdue for a shag. Flying to the

communication in stay by diy danna I speak to him in silent movies and the soundtrack is Graham Reynolds playing funk organ at the Alamo

Lovedoll Desperation by diy danna Back to back denials of eating flesh confound love for the young plastic lovedoll. It comes to life-a civilized cannibal

aborting dancers by diy danna Police conversation, “Where have you been?!” echos on the wall, tilting pictures of boy and girl ballet dancers. Art collecting