Category Archives: truth

looking in the mirror at the Mayflower Hotel

As your arms wrap tightly around me, I wonder if your face has the same expression when you hug your wife after French toast with powdered sugar.

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Pit Bulls, Valium, Ira Glass, and GW Parkway

My drive into DC on December 1, 2012

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understanding

Hold my hand so that we may move in ways that are unknown and difficult to comprehend.

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Damage Control

I know a man who lives outside the bounds while claiming loyalty to his wife; a place where speech is silver, silence golden- only a matter of time ’til the next tree falls.

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becoming

I have never felt more whole than now, despite coming through a year in which my body has been cut into multiple times and parts have been removed.

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self portrait

c'est moi

c’est moi. oui.

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Warrior Woman by Peter Gaumond

No blade can excise your fierce femininity, no illness withstand the cleansing of your tears. Wounds are swallowed in the embrace of your openness. Sing forth my priestess of transformation.

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Where I’m From by Christopher Gaumond

I am from glistening water falling though the sieve. tall snowmen from shining green hostas crab apple trees, birches, oaks, elms, and occasional ashes and pines I am from Buffalo wings potato soup with bacon, cheese and onions, ham and … Continue reading

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My Mom by Christopher Gaumond

If my Mom were a shape she would be a Myriagon because her personality seems round at first, but she really has a thousand sides. If my Mom were a weather condition she would be a meteor because she suddenly … Continue reading

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Post Bilateral Mastectomy Day 13.

Post Bilateral Mastectomy Day 13.

Three drains removed, one drain to go. One day at a time.

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