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It was years before I understood not all my playground friends…

Tracie T. Nichols


on unsought moisture


through every mucus-lined threshold

a small girl body forms

in trusting

fetal exuberance.

Always sticky and sore.

It was so hard to jump rope.

(Previously published June, 2022, Rogue Agent Journal, Issue 87)


Tracie T. Nichols

Tracie Nichols, M.A is a Transformative Language Artist writing poetry poetry and facilitating writing experiences from under two old Sycamore trees in southeastern Pennsylvania. Co-founder of two writing groups, as well as a board member and newsletter editor for the Transformative Language Arts Network, her poetry has appeared in Rogue Agent and two Women’s Spiritual Poetry anthologies. More at


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