Domonique Eaddy
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writer
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The Age of Agency
Queens was the shelter we stayed in that winter I decided not to go to school. Once again, I failed expectations and we were desperate. It wasn’t that bad. The worst of it being Jamaica Center and that guy who shot up the Q111 bus that merrily rolled itself away before I got a chance to catch it. But, other than that, it wasn’t that bad.
By Domonique Eaddy2 years ago in Journal
I am not a poet
I am not a poet. I am not so skilled with the mastery of words where I can link a phrase or two to the ends of an arrow whose coordinates are aimed at the time you may have caught a flash of yourself in the mirror, looked at all the cracked pieces lying around you, and offer a bit of strength needed to piece them together again. No, I am not a poet. I do not do well with the machinery suited best to drain the flood out of your lungs or understand just how to craft a b and c to form a pretty life jacket that lifts you out of the waves of your despair to the point that you can no longer bare to keep them in its spinal cage and are compelled to tape them to the walls of your imagination. Honestly, I have no idea how to do it. But I’ll tell you what I can do. I can write you a story with the hope that maybe it works as just well.
By Domonique Eaddy2 years ago in Poets