Image Jacqueline Cioffa © Chris Fanning Photography This Face If I only show you the photoshopped, concealed, makeup pretty me You’d never understand the underbelly…
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We built a house out of a dream 10 minutes turned into a life of sunflowers and wooden porches and Etta James and Ella Fitzgerald…
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Wake Me, I’m Dead Dreaming By Jacqueline Cioffa I rip you to shreds with my bleeding ink spot leaking heart pride I hate you, I…
Leave a Comment“Burn me with the brush and indifference; scatter my ashes to the wind under the prettiest summer’s eve and her blazing, pink sun.” – Jacqueline…
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I am forced to sit in the unpleasant, unfamiliar silence and hear myself calling. “Lady, so pleased to meet you. Take a load off.…
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Take a Picture, or Not By Jacqueline Cioffa This face. This face has been scrunched and smothered by new new talc scented infant kisses This…
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Someone asked me the other day when exactly did I begin to hate Christmas? I couldn’t quite place the precise date when the cheery, bubbly,…
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To find like-minded women, (and men) who encourage, support and uplift by sharing the most difficult conversations with no judgement or shame is a rarity…
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