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About Los Angeles

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Passages from Revelation

Prior to her appointment at Saint Mary's, she was Regents Professor of Poetry at Saint John's University in Collegeville, Minnesota. Godwit. Eva Hooker, Author.

In this town, cafe chatter, gossipy vibes, they mix with nature’s rustle. Streets twisted in time, err, dear friend, so much charm there is. Odd, funny, comforting—hmmmm, just like Syndromes and a Century I love, mmm, surreal truth in every frame, deep memory in every breeze.

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