Mirror Mirror This body of mine carried me through days of sophisticated lies and ambition. This body of mine has been home to shame, trials…
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Gypsies and Pixie Dust I exist therefore I am, mistakes and imperfections one and all. I don’t want to be considered an artist. I want…
Leave a CommentI must get moving I suppose haunted by a past and future, overly cautious and wickedly sentimental. I must walk in the present decked out…
Leave a CommentI look back on the road with no regret, humbled and in awe of where I have been, and the horrible days lived. I look…
Leave a CommentTo never forget the page. The page carries me when I cannot stand, crouched in fetal position on the bathroom floor. The page dreams the…
Leave a CommentSHE. “I exist, therefore I am, beautifully flawed strength, smiles and bravado. I don’t want to be considered just a girl. I want to be…
Leave a CommentSooner or later, I’m going to want to play the parts. I’ll be mother, daughter, sister, friend, lover, and feminist right on time. I’ll want…
Leave a CommentOff The Cuff – Jacqueline Cioffa That’s pain. That’s JOY. That’s courage, baby That’s the high cost and the low maintenance And this is my…
Leave a CommentSnow falls on the grass on this almost March day, trees already in prepubescent bloom. What the fuck is happening? Global warming has her own plans, shaking…
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