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Dancing Naked ‘Round The Living Room

It saddens me a little that I did not know you in your first years. I would have liked to have seen you forming; to have been witness to the start of something so beautiful. But these things have been decided for us and are past. And in truth, I dwell on them only because it astounds me to remember that I have not always known you; to realize that I missed a part of your growing – for it does not feel that way to me.
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Conversations With My Mother – 1: Apology

This is what I’d most like to tell you:
        I am you no longer.
I have grown – in interesting and difficult ways – into
a woman of my own.
I have thought, reasoned … and at times
begged, for my own clarification.
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Awakening poem; Copyright © 2013
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  • Do you have any suggestions for revision?

Please be brutally honest in your assessments – good, bad or indifferent.
I don’t scare easily; and I really do want to hear what YOU have to say about my work.

Many thanks in advance for your time and your criticism.

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Recovering With Grace

I was mistaken in thinking that I could resolve this illness by usual means.
This barbaric wound has bruised my flesh and left my existence a mottled mess for far too long.
I have become a point of soreness to both eye and mind and it is now time to eliminate the contamination.
I shall use the act of writing as a work surface.
I shall put pen to paper and gather my thoughts onto this page.
I shall regurgitate my senses and dysfunctions until the white space is swallowed up by the dark ink of my words.

I shall recover myself with grace.
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My Face As Introduction

Halakki tribe woman « Joshi Daniel Photography | Images Of People.

Look to my face, friend: for there lays the tale of all the person I have been.

My history is written in the lines and shadows that crisscross the skin. Fading here, only to reappear there, they map the journeys I have taken: the extraordinary and the everyday experiences that shaped me from babe to old age.
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