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Prose
Learn more about Jane's prose.
INTRANSIGENT WOUNDS
At home the child was unnoticed as a dust mite except when sought for the punishment of her flesh. Then came her lover-husband’s amazing gaze at her, so why does she stay so hungry that even vats of chocolate don’t sate her?
A teacher once said—After a parched childhood, learning to absorb hugs remains elusive as a candied apple dangling on a string.
Early love-hunger persistent as dandelions, remains un-fillable. Decades have passed yet she feels truncated—partial amputation of her psyche echoes with
phantom pain.
Videos
Father Sadis Pedophile — Tearing Off the Covers
I read a prose excerpt from Tearing Off the Covers and one poem, The Girl I Was, which was later retitled Four-Years-Old.
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