Grief
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By Valentina DuPont Poem Introduction After writing my short story reflection about the film Melania, I felt there was still something left unsaid. And it…
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By Valentina — Keeper of Quiet Stories I did not go to the theater looking for her. I went looking for a story. It was…
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The tree outside my window has watched me through every season. In its quiet changes, I’ve learned to notice my own, slow, tender, and unfolding…
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Some cities fall with a roar. Others fade quietly, their fog learning to swallow what people no longer see. This poem is a warning about…
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I was there today watching you chase the waves, your laughter rolling louder than the tide. The sun kissed your hair, and for a moment,…
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Hay días en que extraño los paseos con mi viejo en el mercadito de Los Cortijos, en mi bella Caracas. La colita bajo el sol…
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para Ecos de un Rol ElegidoPor Valentina DuPont Ella Nunca Fue la Villana Cuentan cuentos de hadas sobre madrastras malvadas,pero nunca cuentan las historias de…
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My mother once told me that my eyes were like open windows. I used to have a window in my bedroom. Sometimes I’d open it…
Poems From The Kitchen Table 