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I lay my heart before you...all the chambers, the hidden parts, the parts that have nuanced their way in to words....my offering is to witness my experience...really, I write to remember that which I so easily deny, to see myself and to believe what happened...I write to remember what happened, to understand what is and to remind myself of possibility....I write to save my life. I write to save the life memories of those who came before... manifested in the blood ink of my pen |
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Held I had a vision of meeting my mother, grandmother, great grandmother and great great grandmother in the forest. |
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The Mirror I was standing on the platform of BART waiting for a train when she emerged. |
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Children of God The other night, I went with a local non-governmental organization, to warn street children in Durban that... |
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A Closed Mouth Don't Get Fed At the flea market, I wandered to a booth that had t-shirts of revolutionaries. |
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Living Water: The Perfection of
Katrina I would never dare underestimate the pain and the loss of this disaster. |
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© 2007 Kisha Montgomery |