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Découvir Les Frontiéres

Découvir Les Frontiéres

En tant qu’adolescente souffrant d’obsessions suicidaires, j’avais de grandes difficultés à respecter la limite suprême entre vie et mort. Trop, c’est trop. Les soi-disant « soins psychiatriques » empiraient ces obsessions : un comble ! Il m’aura fallu quatre...
Letter to Mom

Letter to Mom

I never suspected that your father treated you badly. He was charming, and an enthusiastic host to his grandchildren, so I only saw that side of him. He was playful, mischievous, and resourceful. He made his own soap and vinegar, grew vegetables, bought delicious...
MISTY SUNDAY

MISTY SUNDAY

32 years ago, I wrote this poem… Giving this crib to friends for their coming baby had been the very first step to acknowledge the fact that my husband and I would never have a baby together. I had begun to be depressed, and to drink to endure the loss of my illusions...
Blindsided by Suicide

Blindsided by Suicide

To my fellow travelers: this month marks the tenth anniversary of my brother’s final decision; the incomprehensible decision to end his life. I wrote this poem three years ago and I’m sharing it now to honor my brother and to offer my heart to those experiencing...
I Met Grief In A Dewdrop

I Met Grief In A Dewdrop

I first wrote this poem on December 24th, 2004, as a response to childhood experiences when I remembered how I fled to the natural safety of the fields and flowers after I was cruelly beaten for minor disobediences. Initially I used the word ‘GOD’ as the key word in...
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