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The River of Rivers in Connecticut by Wallace Stevens
I grew up in a town bordered by the Connecticut River; in fact, I drive over it every day on my way to and from… Read more.
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I missed a day!
So, I didn’t forget to post poetry on my birthday but did manage to miss the day after. Go figure. Here are two poems to… Read more.
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My Poetry!
I’m posting this a bit late today. I didn’t forget; I’ve been out and about celebrating my birthday. Welcome, 49! Today I shall celebrate myself,… Read more.
This is the Mask
This is the mask.
My mask.
It hides my scars: The scared girl I was.
The scared woman I am.
The seeker that never finds what she is looking for and wonders if she is even worthy to know.
This is the mask.
My mask.
It lets me pretend
It lets me believe
It lets me feel strong, look strong, be strong.
Until I take it off.
~Nicole Kapise Perkins
“Words made faerie tales.”
— le thi diem thuy
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