Beingofwords (Christine) : Writing

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A Poem by Beingofwords (Christine)


Some days, I am Chicken LittleSome days, I am AtlasSome days, I amInside the namesVoiced by masked mouthsOn the street.We hold up signsLike fragmentsO..
In My Hands

In My Hands

A Poem by Beingofwords (Christine)


In My HandsI find myself (ashamedly) spelling privilege as “priviledge”As if it were a sea cliff upon which to stand and lookAt castaway p..
AN ACT OF REMEMBRANCE

AN ACT OF REMEMBRANCE

A Poem by Beingofwords (Christine)


AN ACT OF REMEMBRANCEThe contours of my faceare located with each river droplet,running to the edge of a jawline cliffand free-fallinginto a bristled ..
FREEING BAMBOO WITH MY FATHER

FREEING BAMBOO WITH MY FATHER

A Poem by Beingofwords (Christine)


FREEING BAMBOO WITH MY FATHERI looked out from dreary windowsTo notice our beloved bambooWas wilting in the night.The next day, when light returned,Me..