Fragment by M Michel

Hate this Title: The Beat Goes On
I repeat this because it repeats itself:
What happens to women happens to children
I repeat this because it repeats itself:
What happens to women happens to children.
I repeat this because it repeats itself:
What happens to children eventually happens to all of us.


MarignyMichel M Michel read her way through three libraries before she was twelve, mostly fairy/folk tales, 19th century children’s literature, and all the magic she could find, including science fiction. Wishes she could be the love child of Ray Bradbury and Emily Dickinson and thereby achieve Nirvana. She wrote her first poem on the way back from a Cesar Chavez solidarity rally in New Orleans in a bus full of nuns (yes, the same ones who rode in a bus last year) and grew up in the hothouse of a convent school run by brilliant, kind, radical nuns. Escaped to LA, led a rock band, mastered computers, got four degrees (including a PhD in Folklore & Mythology) and wrung every drop out of seven years in UCLA’s creative writing program in both fiction & poetry, editing three journals. She now publishes and performs regularly while doing her part to keep the Internet backbone humming.

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