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My Sewing Machine by Opal Palmer Adisa

  as long as i can remember i’ve always stitched cloth into the dreams people manage   after the earthquake hopelessness captured me like a body-bag husband missing but my machine survived   people bring cloth my fingers stitch scraps into newness I’ve been sewing since I was nine years old, maybe even younger.  I […]

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Daddy Come: Memoir of Family by Opal Palmer Adisa

Three images from  Jamaican Men: Father Artist, Father Shopkeeper, Father Artist, also by Opal Palmer Adisa                     Dawn and I were playing by the hedge.  We had picked a handful of red flowers and stuck some in our hair.  Dawn said hibiscus were good for shining shoes.  […]

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When Mother Goes Away

  “Mommy Gone’”is the first piece in a series of vignettes, that might be the start of my memoir, which I have been resisting. Suddenly it feels right, timely.  This story is my first memory of lost/separation and it still lingers today, five decades later. I sometimes wonder if that is why I am so […]

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