jennifer-marieWhisper

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We Are Learning to Make Fire*“…where painfully and with wonder / at having survived even / this far…we are learning to make fire.”*
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Mar 7, 2012
Metronomei. / she told me to listen to the silence; / *count its beats*, she said. my eyes slipped
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Mar 7, 2012
Chalk & PaperThe day I turned nine, I hiked up / my honeysuckle tutu, and raced / to find you –
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Mar 7, 2012
Shellshe turned a shell over / in her palm, ran a finger / over the weathered pink lines.
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Mar 7, 2012
unfetteredshe opened her eyes slowly, / long feathered eyelashes beating / like hummingbirds. one.
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Mar 7, 2012
Something Like ClosureWe sit, cross- / legged on a patch / of sandpaper carpet,
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Feb 17, 2011
BabyThere’s a strand / of pearls, and it clings / to her little neck.
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Jan 27, 2011
HaloWe almost had it, that / golden spider-web ending, / a halo hanging from dewy leaves.
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Jan 8, 2011
AutumnHe smelled like a fall evening – / the distinct mix of dusty leaves, hay, and candy apples / combined with pumpkins and acorns.
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Dec 18, 2010
DivorceWe stood in the darkness, sharp air / piercing our windpipes, and rubbed / our hands together. Your eyes trailed across
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Dec 17, 2010
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