Tag Archives: Jennifer LeBlanc

The Blood Box

Through her I am tied to Ireland, and I relish this heritage most.             If the French and English             and rumored Dutch in my blood could congregate and collectively concur to allow a siphoning-out and leave me pure,             I would bring … Continue reading

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Final Sight

The final sight Mary Anne saw might have been her creased hands,             the simple gold band             that tied her to the man             from her homeland— although they did not meet until both crossed the ocean and worked at the same … Continue reading

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