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Sandra Jean-Pierre | Digital Artist & Writer of Words.

Tag: poetry

Warrior’s Furnace

© 2016 Sandra Jean-Pierr Dust settling and there’s that horizon eyebright painful even with four fingers, planked across brows furrowed in knowing even with shadows cast across broad nose bridges, nostrils flared against the unrelenting stench of dispatched complacency. Blood-speckled freckles, sticky… and it no longer bothers that these hands are dirty, stained that this cutlass (faithful servant) stays clutched, tightly. Their chants call me foolish brave warrior as They pray the way through every battle Their chants, becoming my

Mother Magic

  © 2016 Sandra Jean-Pierre Ghislaine. I am forgetting what your laughter sounds like, your avatar, in my memories: head thrown back, eyes closed in joy, mouth wide in mirth- is silent faded I am no longer able to re-produce You fully. What I remember? the sensation of your laughter rattling every wall in the house, coaxing me from my room to find out, “What’s so funny?” I miss You. Your birthday is coming, sandwiched between Mother’s Day and Your

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