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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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Hot Sauce He told me that he thought that there were people who did not know the taste of meat. |
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Dr. Shapiro "Do you have blue eyes in your family?" he asked. I am shocked. I answered, "Yes, My great grandfather!" |
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Locked Place "Be good", he said as he walked out the door. He had a kind of bald spot that reminded me of a friar. |
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Letting Go Woman Letting go woman tells the story of wanting a girl more than anything else in the world. |
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© 2007 Kisha Montgomery |