Jennifer Givhan
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Trinity Sight
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2019
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Landscape with Headless Mama
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2016
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Jubilee
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2020
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Girl with Death Mask
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2018
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Protection Spell
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2017
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Rosa's Einstein
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2019
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Lifeline
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2017
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The Daughter's Curse
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2018
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They Said: A Multi-Genre Anthology of Contemporary Collaborative Writing
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“The last time I had a dick in my mouth I was dying
alfalfa withered in rows unable to separate desire
from pain There are poets for whom this throbbing
is healing My Frida rail-impaled my
chingona fighting for whole even after gangrene
She loved her body though it betrayed”
― Lifeline
alfalfa withered in rows unable to separate desire
from pain There are poets for whom this throbbing
is healing My Frida rail-impaled my
chingona fighting for whole even after gangrene
She loved her body though it betrayed”
― Lifeline
“A shock of light. Unbelievable light. Blood orange swallowing the Albuquerque evening. A pulling in, taking back, reclaiming something stolen. Halfway home from her Saturday-morning lecture, Calliope Santiago drove across the river toward West Mesa and the Sleeping Sisters, ancient cinder-cone volcanoes in the distance marking the stretch of desert where she lived. Only now she could see no farther than two feet ahead of her from the blinding light, the splotches in her eyes bursting like bulbs in an antique camera. She blinked, not sure what she was seeing. She meant to cover her eyes. Meant to shield her sight.”
― Trinity Sight
― Trinity Sight
“The rocks pummeled her belly. Something rose in her throat and when she tried to speak, from her mouth she dislodged a rock. She was made of rocks. She couldn’t move from the fossilized casing she’d once called her body.
Heat crackled nearby. A conversation wove through the fire. A child’s sweaty body curled at her lap, chest rhythms of breathing, up and down, pressing against her.
'I didn’t want to believe it was happening again.”
― Trinity Sight
Heat crackled nearby. A conversation wove through the fire. A child’s sweaty body curled at her lap, chest rhythms of breathing, up and down, pressing against her.
'I didn’t want to believe it was happening again.”
― Trinity Sight
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