The Poet Who Saw Me
carriejonesbooks When I was a kid at Bates College, I spent a lot of my time feeling like less. My family had been kind of poor after my stepfather died. My…
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Grandmother’s Poems
They are words fading, written in bright blue pen. Ball point. They are words scrawling across the page, the closer in time they are to me, the messier they become.…
The Poet Who Saw Me – Wednesday Writing Wisdom
When I was a kid at Bates College, I spent a lot of my time feeling like less. My family had been kind of poor after my step-father died. My…