a poem for today, 21 March 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of 5 sentences and its image]
A sexy stranger wreaks havoc on small coastal town in this sparse and twisty thriller.
Today it seems particularly ironic that, starting with Alan Turing in the 1950s, we take it for granted that through reaction-diffusion phenomena it is easy to see how simple gradients can lead to patterns and differences in parts during development.
Hairstyles for women with big noses can be equally as stylish and hip as the rest.
We stand at the crossroads of gender balanced on the sharp edge of a knife.
I really don’t have the cognitive bandwidth to add a lot of commentary to this.
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