Tag Archives: Amanda England

Hair

My hair gets into everything; little messenger bottles desperate to leave a sign behind— I was here once, remember me. It works its way into the weave of my shirts, stealthily trying to remain behind. I find it in the … Continue reading

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Pregnant

I am awake and full of life, swelling with possibilities and hope, and conscious of the creativity welling up from beneath layers of muscle and skin, from deeper than can ever be found on any objective medical table. And then, … Continue reading

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Love

When I was small, still begging to lick clean the frosting bowl, you kissed away the hurts, soothing tears and flyaway curls, a calming presence. As I grew older, and life became more complicated, you were no longer there to … Continue reading

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