Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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I lost a week in there with oral surgery (no, they didn’t sew my mouth shut, but I know of a few people who wish they had!). But I used last week’s Sunday Whirl words, which I will share with dverse and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads’ Open Link Monday.

My friend Rev. Tisha is working on a program concerning violence against women. Please feel free to forward poems to me by email – either paste the poem in the message or attach. Here is an example, and I can only say that, as a survivor of a different type of violence, these girls huddle in a corner of my soul. Peace, Amy

SECRET TO SURVIVAL

Three girls
torn from the cradle of mothers’ arms
peering past bad circumstances

The secret
to their survival in exile was the stories
Pry open clues with claws forged of need

Pile bits
of memory, tiny green apples
as unripe as they. Their rash hope:

that spirits
would comfort them as they endured
man after man on a filthy mattress

The spirits
were their only treasure, clutching and reciting
concocted tales of their shared princess-like past…

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