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my child

Your eyes, half-hidden  under a mound of hair, peek out with curiosity and wonder.  Advertisements

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Stigmata

My bloodstained boots  Carry me through doors Into foreign lands And hostile territories. Generations  And generations  Of ancestors  At the mercy of their cells Follow closely behind.

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damage control

I know a man who lives outside the bounds of marriage  all the while claiming loyalty to his wife.

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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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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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