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The Fragility of Memory

the shock of casting a familiar gaze upon a strange face trapped in unrembering the life you want to continue to know to hold dear discovering that memory is fragile like a robin’s egg revealing a new life one where … Continue reading

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Window of the Soul

If the eyes truly are the windows of the soul why is it that I steal a look in your eyes and I feel trapped? Are your eyes really mirrors that reflect the undeniable truth? We’re both trapped, prisoners of … Continue reading

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The Woman in the Mirror

I recognize the woman, the one who spends her lunch breaks napping in the park Every afternoon she parks beneath the umbrella of the oak trees & removes the drape of shame that weighs her down every day Away from … Continue reading

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A Rape Victim’s Memory

She knows there are some things a body must forget like the feel of a stranger’s hand prying knees apart like a stubborn door whose hinges scream out for oil or the rancid smell of breath brushing her neck, presenting … Continue reading

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Empty Spaces

Last night I dreamed that I was in my grandmother’s house, a place I no longer go since she passed away. I was staring out the kitchen window. Someone I recognized in the dream, but not when I woke up, … Continue reading

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Mother Earth

The earth swallows our dead whole. It closes its jaws tight on our grandmothers and mothers like love and they are lost to us. We mourn their deaths, refuse to let go as if though Death doesn’t have a hoarding … Continue reading

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Thirteen Steps to Completely Disappearing from Life

“I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted/ to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.” — from “Tulips” by Sylvia Plath “For love is held by a chain of obligation which, men being selfish, is broken … Continue reading

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Leave the Bones

There are ill-formed dreams on which I can no longer stand. They have become the wilted flowers that languish in vases on cemetery grounds. No one waters the flowers. The flowers are forgotten as quickly as the ones who died. … Continue reading

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Questions

Why do you write love letters on battle lines? Why do you sing love songs to your enemy, the one who’s trying to defeat you? Why do you cry tears of regret because love has never had a place in … Continue reading

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The Anniversary

It’s been two years. The anniversary. The day I discovered that blood doesn’t wash away as easily as drawings made with crayons, & that the left over images of chubby fingers wrapped around waxy pencils, even if they were scented, … Continue reading

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