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Category: Poetry

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Agnieszka Krajewska is a poet, essayist, and combat epistemologist. She received an MA in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University in 2004, and was

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There’s a sound that takes me back to my childhood. I’ll save you the guessing, it’s not rolling, clapping thunder or tap-tap rain. It’s snapping

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What magic transpires when in the grip of the puppet- meister … What sucked me in? What pulled me tight? What trapped my mind, believing

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V. To a Survivor It wasn’t your fault. You hold guilt like a snowball in bare hands, the cold permeates through flesh into bone-stiffens. You

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The author wishes to note that this poem was inspired by Litany , by Mahogany L. Browne INFERNO Today I am a Mormon Woman in

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When he assaulted me, — but that is the wrong word Assault is what they do in video games, when the men shoot a volley

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  (Ma ma) sleeps with a knife under her pillow (her dreams are (safer than mines) I grabbed a butter knife, put it inside my