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with a noise --like knuckle bones rattling in a tin cuplike shivers written with silver music --comes the rain against the panewhile each windy wail huffs like hot breathleaving condensation on blurred ...
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twine their legion fingersand wring their bark-skinned handswith a cold like thiseven the twigs tremblesap freezesin the vein-stemmed interiorand the heart of springheretofore impregnable and unassailab...
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you, wordsmith angel,with crisp white skies for bright flightand halo humminguse feathers from your dark wingsto fletch into writing quills
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View the Photoem GalleryWith voices young and old, male and female, and from diverse countries (e.g., Enugu State, South Eastern Nigeria, Iceland, Russia, Italy, South Africa, Switzerland, Austria, New ...
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i remember your tears fallinglike leaves reallythat left muddy tracksdown your cracked cheeksthose brittle eyesthat could shed such tearsso sereand looking toward winterwhat could i do?what could i do?I...
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a sexy coveryou're one of those quick beach readsall hot and no plotit takes more than thatto make me leaf through pagesperuse and then readtrace words with fingersstay up late while reading youmemorize...
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one thousand white cranesall folded against the nightthey were just paperbut their wings sang wind and flight --carried you into the light
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If heaven is a placesomewhere"over the rainbow"where ruby slippers shimmerand ruby red lips part over pearly whitesof laughterand blue birds of happiness really do singthe thoughts of your equ...
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you thinkbecause i don't talkabout confetti petalsparade of flowerszephyr wind zingthat i don't see or feel thembut i doand carry my gazeto stems and leavespress my ear to rootsthe quiet causationbehind...
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i slip my feet into high heelsthat strut me through my dayfour inches of stiletto steelthat leave exclamation pointsinstead of flowersspringing like arrows of desireeverywhere my heel has pressedlike a l...
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birds startle behind your eyesyour mouth holds a floodthat wants to wash outfoam over the cliffsof what is between us
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you think of cold and icebare branches and black skiestracks that get lost in the snowi think of stars to find my way byflames that lick the night awaythe softness of your skin, of your fur,of your sighs...
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I love fall.The air is spiced with wood smoke and chill.The trees are heart stopping bouquets of colorand the color that I love the best is yellow.When I first moved back to Minnesotafrom my brief return...
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Iraq is a conservative, strongly religious society where many women are sheltered from contacts with males who are not family members.Where I grew upin South Floridathe guys all tried to holdnot you -- n...
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Feminist. Bitch. Just like me,you've probably heard it before, too: Well, I believe in equal rights and equal pay. But I wouldn't call myself a "feminist."
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Can I use the words that I submitted to this project for my own purposes independent of this project?Yes. The right to use the words belongs to each individual contributor/originator of said words. The e...
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Submission GuidelinesYou are invited to contribute your expression of feminism to Annette Hyder's project as hosted on Empowerment4Women, Facing Feminism: Feminists I Know. To do so: Submit any photograp...
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"Facing Feminism: Feminists I Know" is a project in which, through art and words, the many different faces of feminism are visually demonstrated. This project is a strong statement in contradic...
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"If you have never been called a defiant, incorrigible, impossible woman. have faith... there is yet time." - Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from Woman Who Run with the Wolves The storyteller: her voi...
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