Tag: Family
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Illegitimate | Part III
If Geppetto carved a daughter,would I have seen it sooner?myself, all wood and paint and stringswobbly kneed, naïvechasing vodka and bad boys, just to feel alive Or was it to forget thefear of suspended animationlike sandpaper chewing my bonesdangling dread of the non-living, undeadIf I’m not real, what am I? There’s surety in stringsthe raw […]
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It Isn’t in My Blood
“Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in Sometimes I feel like giving up But I just can’t It isn’t in my blood” In My Blood, by Sean Mendes is like my anthem these days. My ANTHEM. For a long time, I’ve been wondering…Why can’t I just give up? And when I say […]
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The Truth About Parenting Children into Adulthood (reluctantly posted by a blogger who doesn’t blog about parenting)
I almost never blog about parenting. Why not? Mostly because I have no idea what I’m doing. Parenting is an experiment. Every time. One in which the test subjects, conditions, and variables are always changing. The moment I think I’ve done something right is usually the moment just before the moment I find out whatever […]
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Screen Doors
Memories of him Drift like summer days through screen Doors – warm, distant, dim © Nichole Q Perreault Written for Day 1: Haiku, Screens, Alliteration, Writing 201: Poetry, October 2015
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Thoughts from Inside the Storm
The pain burns, stings, like a thousand cuts carved into my skin, on my hands, my feet, across my chest, my stomach, my back. I can almost feel the blood oozing out like tears – my whole body weeps. My whole body weeps, shudders, shakes. I need to vomit. To expel this wretched wrong. This […]
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I Will Stay
A poem about heroes, most often found in ordinary people doing extraordinary things. He stood upon the front porch Watching his daddy walk away His mama stood beside the boy His mama, she would stay The boy, he heard her swallow hard Watched one tear slide down her face The boy took her by the hand […]
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From Here to There
A piece of fiction Writing 101: “And don’t come back in ’til I call you! You hear me?” “Yeah, yeah,” Sammy muttered under her breath. “Babygirl! I said, do you hear me?!” “I am not a baby girl!” “Do. You. Hear me?” “Yes, Mama. I hear you,” she grumbled. Sammy let the screen door slam behind her, […]
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Home
I moved 21 times before I turned 12. That makes 22 different homes and no, my parents weren’t in the military. 22 apartments but only two school systems. So actually, all that moving wasn’t as disruptive as you might think. I mean, sure, it was draining. And we did reach a point where we stopped unpacking […]
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If My Heart had Wings
Some days, I miss her so much I can almost feel her next to me, in front of me…taking my face in her papery hands and drawing me close to kiss my cheek. She wasn’t always old, though. We lived a number places together: the Green House in the hills of Granby, an apartment in […]
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He Held the Door
Written in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge | Fifty: …write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words. Writing a word limited story was challenging – I would much rather try to write a 50 word poem. But even so, the story below is true: Her grandparents waited in the car […]
Lightning Bug 