Poetry/ Short Stories
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Written while pregnant with my first child, not yet knowing I’d be a boy mom. Feeding is an act of love.There are few things in…
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by Valentina DuPont There are some moments to be celebrated — The birth of one’s child, El momento en que descubres tu verdad, when you…
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Escribo en español,porque es mi lengua natal.Una lengua que aprendí por un corto tiempo—que aunque pareció largo,no me fue suficiente para amar lo que fue.…
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La paz, el amor y la tranquilidad los encontré en la bella inocencia de una mañana de otoño.Tranquila, armoniosa y callada,donde los cuervos, desde mi…
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I’m so very sorry.Our trust unraveled into silence,Giving way to uncertainty.There was nowhere left to turn—Our love became a rising wall,A wall of deep resentment.…
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The world is charged with miraclesFrom sunrise to sunset,From mountains to oceans,From conception to birth,From seed to harvest,From the physical to the mystical. Don’t seek…
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In case there’s a question wandering the air,In case they still carry doubtsToday, I will confess.Today, I have time. Like spring, generous with scent and…
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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…
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A big white rose isn’t enough.A poem written with love isn’t enough.A money transfer—That’s more than enough. On Mother’s Day,A rose carries many meanings;Its color…
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My mother found Madeline crying in the bathroom.It takes a lot of pain to create a drunk. Someone had asked her about her deceased husband.How…
Poems From The Kitchen Table 