Tag Archives: Olivene Marie-Geonne Thomas

Raising Her Voice

How can a woman with no face have a voice? When draped in silk or defaced by acid, she speaks to us of her man’s attempts to exert a mythical power. When distorted through blows she cries out for help … Continue reading

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Thinking critically about critical thinking

Those who know me know that I haven’t bothered to waste my time reading a newspaper in years… I waste my time on the Internet instead.  Fortunately for me though, some of my time is spent reflecting about how I … Continue reading

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Ashes

Reveling in dark emotions, images too frightening to contemplate, scraping over the cold ashes of despair we run, hiding from our dreams. Aimless in our progress we grasp for proximal reassurance that we are thriving; we deny our disappointment. Forever … Continue reading

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Confession

A visitation by a former friend! We smile through her betrayal, and God’s, and beyond mutual pretence at ignorance of careless thoughtlessness. Both disregard disdain for blessings received. Who is the most guilty? Time will tell. Confession to me; and … Continue reading

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Aske

Nyder de mørke følelser i fulde drag, billeder for skræmmende til at beskue, skrabende over fortvivlelsens kolde aske løber vi, gemmer os for vores drømme. Uden mål for vores fremskridt griber vi efter den nærmeste beroligelse om at vi har … Continue reading

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Stroke

My hands stroke your body, Skin on skin, I learn who you are. I heal the breach between us, and make us one. I give life to a new union, two souls, dancing together. My hands feel the firm flesh … Continue reading

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Why do you weep, my friend?

Why do you weep, my friend? Don’t you know that all green leaves would die were it not for the scorching sun, and the beating rain? Would sweet music assail your ear if your violin string were slack, or if … Continue reading

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