Tag Archives: Raechel Coffey

My First Abortion

I was only a baby when I made my first baby; thirteen years old, bumming a ride from middle school. He was a slick old janitor named Tony in a boat of a car. We went sailing into the mid- … Continue reading

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A Time-Lapse Photograph Of A Cemetery

I stand at your grave. I stand at your grave every day, wondering if I’m just a camera taking a time-lapse photograph of a cemetery. On the surface, not much changes – I free the captive leaves caught in the … Continue reading

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Upon Looking At A Dead Child

The moment inflates. Do I breathe? If I breathe will she breathe? You wait for her chest to rise, but it doesn’t. It’s like looking at the sky when there’s no wind. The clouds are frozen in formations like white … Continue reading

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