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- Children of the Living Isle // post six.This is another blog serial. Ope. It would be work like neither of us had ever known for it wasn’t necessary.Continue reading “Children of the Living Isle // post six.”
- Children of the Living Isle // post five.This is another blog serial. Ope. When I came to know myself more I began to spend my days gathering thatContinue reading “Children of the Living Isle // post five.”
- Children of the Living Isle // post four.This is another blog serial. Ope. My brothers reveled in each-other, thrilled to have their company. They did not intend toContinue reading “Children of the Living Isle // post four.”
- Children of the Living Isle // post three.This is another blog serial. Ope. In the beginning, when it would be me alone in the moonlight on the mountain,Continue reading “Children of the Living Isle // post three.”
- My Father, the Mountain // post five.My Father, the Carpenter, and I am Not a Tree. I have spent my life apologizing For having seasons of growthContinue reading “My Father, the Mountain // post five.”
- Children of the Living Isle // post two.This is another blog serial. Ope. It did not please my mother to exist this way, never to be her ownContinue reading “Children of the Living Isle // post two.”
- My Father, the Mountain // post four.When I was suicidal a few years ago, my father called my husband. “Take her somewhere that makes her smile.” “GetContinue reading “My Father, the Mountain // post four.”
- //goblin poet// 1st and State, Rockfordstream of consciousness poetry at 1st and State in Rockford, IL4/13/26 Sitting on the corner 1st and State, a sunset theContinue reading “//goblin poet// 1st and State, Rockford”
- The Woman With No Name // <1000 words(sometimes all I am doing is existing and suddenly 1000 words worth of imagery pops in my head and they’re justContinue reading “The Woman With No Name // <1000 words”
- My Mother, the Moonbeam // post one.Sometimes I wish my mother had died in childbirth. Then she could be a mystery. Then I could pretend she couldContinue reading “My Mother, the Moonbeam // post one.”
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Fauna Lewis Writes 