nancy_am
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | from a smoked up jazz filled bar to the quiet of this seat | nancy_am | 2 | 8 years 6 months ago |
| Story | without ever seeing the sun | nancy_am | 3 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Collection | from the nile to the potomac | nancy_am | 0 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Your mother wrote me a thank you note | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 4 months ago |
| Story | There are no new words but everything is a poem | nancy_am | 2 | 12 years 7 months ago |
| Story | He looked just like my mother's baby brother | nancy_am | 1 | 12 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Sketch | nancy_am | 10 | 12 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Dear Kaleb | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Curtains of Dust | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Cursed in Colour | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Comfortable | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | clinging to the sky | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Carved Oak | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Caramel II | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Californian Despair | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | by the window | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | blankets hiding broken bones | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Black Inkstain on a White Dress | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Beginning | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | as winter comes | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Anna's Poem | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Andrew's Ideas | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | and we opted for the easy way out | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Amandla | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | All India will ever be, fits in the palm of your hand | nancy_am | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
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without ever seeing the sun
Then: We stood in balconies wiping dust off thin metal ropes one by one carrying heavy loads of laundry across hallways hanging them in the breeze...
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Your mother wrote me a thank you note
...about Christmas eve and the first night that it felt like I was becoming a part of your family when we sat in the back of your parents SUV and...
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There are no new words but everything is a poem
There are no new words for death in Syria, where children are dying of bombs and bullets and polio, because disease is DNA and a human being with his...
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He looked just like my mother's baby brother
He deteriorated fast. The last time I saw him before we went to the hospital, he was crossing the street. It was winter, I remember because he was...
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Sketch
October 2012. A lifetime ago.
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