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I Drew Candy-pink Houses Under a Smiling Sun
Tracie T. Nichols Before the hands in the night. Before the forced exposures. Before my morning school bus rides, hobbled by hidden pain.
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Vanilla is the Scent of Rape
Tracy Grinstead-Everly Vanilla is the scent of rape. I have tried many times to make it NOT that, to make it the scent of nurseries and...
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Exposed by Unavoidable Light
Tracie T. Nichols I am flesh annealed. Strong but jagged. Malleable but shatterproof. Tempered young— exposure by relentless exposure....
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SKIN HUNGER by slm
slm The shedding of anything isn’t easy. Letting go of all that has been built up Over time, Under pressure, Through something As simple...
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Blue Butterfly: “Exploitations of Innocence” Excerpts
Valerie Twyman I was born an identical twin. Many years ago, I looked up the meaning of our names. Vera, who died after living for only...
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Fourth of July, 1980
Leslie Hill It is late afternoon on a Friday, and almost everyone in our family is at a Fourth of July block party down the street. I...
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advice to my sister runners
Jess Woolford dress to suppress step into sack sweats hide inside hoodie no shape: too ugly to rape or so they say spontaneity? a...
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A Child’s Panes
Caroline Cottom Texaco Man Daddy’s footsteps on the stairs shake the house he flips on the bathroom light flushes the toilet hard...
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It was years before I understood not all my playground friends…
Tracie T. Nichols choked on unsought moisture forced through every mucus-lined threshold a small girl body forms in trusting fetal...
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Finally, at sixty, I see
Tracie T. Nichols the unabashed truths etched across gray folds, cradled in brittling bone. Name the diminishment— the utter, unholy,...
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Full of Monsters
Morgan Sullivan Monsters live in my head. Some monsters have smooth reptile skin shades of emerald jewels and then there is one that...
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