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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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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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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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where began it?
Jess Woolford where began it? this sense: safety stolen? was it back there? schoolyard where boys tracked took you down ...
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Reflection
Michael Dufresne and the window speaks to the flesh in these clothes conveying a pulse a remembrance of what it was like to be against...
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Look at her
Shaillee Juneja She traversed the darkness Those paths filled with Muted and forced silence Aching heart Violated body And a broken...
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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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