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Sage Ravenwood

@sageravenwood

Deaf. Cherokee. Writer. I live precariously & challenge everything. Writing @The_Temz_Review, @SundressPub, @The_Rumpus, @Contrary, @MassReview, @skin_lit, more

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A poetry expose, halfway between beauty and chaos. ‘I still don’t like my face’ but this book is what happens when you cut the raw truth from your body and expose it to the light of day. The emptying
 Gallaudet University Press

A poetry expose, halfway between beauty and chaos. 
‘I still don’t like my face’ but this book is what happens when you cut the raw truth from your body and expose it to the light of day. The emptying
  <a href="/GallaudetPress/">Gallaudet University Press</a>
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Three years ago I had something to say written in blood
 So proud to have shared space with so many talented writers back then in an earlier issue of Massachusetts Review

Three years ago I had something to say written in blood

So proud to have shared space with so many talented writers back then in an earlier issue of <a href="/MassReview/">Massachusetts Review</a>
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Happy Bookaversary! It’s been one year since Everything That Hurt Us Becomes a Ghost debuted. I would love to hear what you thought of the collection or if there was a favorite poem. đŸ™đŸ€Ÿ

Happy Bookaversary! It’s been one year since Everything That Hurt Us Becomes a Ghost debuted. I would love to hear what you thought of the collection or if there was a favorite poem. đŸ™đŸ€Ÿ
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What is Autumn of the soul but a lesson in how to let the dead things go. And what if we can’t? It’s been a quiet year of gentling loss and goodbyes. Words unflinchingly stabbing pins in nerve endings like a voodoo doll as if we haven’t already succumbed to grief.

What is Autumn of the soul but a lesson in how to let the dead things go. And what if we can’t? It’s been a quiet year of gentling loss and goodbyes. Words unflinchingly stabbing pins in nerve endings like a voodoo doll as if we haven’t already succumbed to grief.
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There’s no flesh between love and pain
Twin shadows, never one without the other.” I’m a little too ‘real’, so you might want to grab a copy before it ends up getting banned in this new reality we find ourselves in. gupress.gallaudet.edu/Books/E/Everyt


There’s no flesh between love and pain
Twin shadows, never one without the other.” I’m a little too ‘real’, so you might want to grab a copy before it ends up getting banned in this new reality we find ourselves in. gupress.gallaudet.edu/Books/E/Everyt

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It’s an honor to have two of my poems up by Gallaudet University Press in honor of #NationalPoetryMonth. Here’s ‘NightSpeaks’ and ‘Playing God with a Flashlight’ from EVERYTHING THAT HURT US BECOMES A GHOST. I’ve included info on how to get your copy.

It’s an  honor to have two of my poems up by <a href="/GallaudetPress/">Gallaudet University Press</a> in honor of #NationalPoetryMonth. Here’s ‘NightSpeaks’ and ‘Playing God with a Flashlight’ from EVERYTHING THAT HURT US BECOMES A GHOST. I’ve included info on how to get your copy.
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*Lit Cigarette Summer is in two parts. The recent Canadian wildfires have me returning to this poem of mine in @scavengers.lit . NY’s red haze moonlit nights of ‘what have we done’, is yet another in your face reminder. The world is becoming a dumpster fire with each passing day.

*Lit Cigarette Summer is in two parts. The recent Canadian wildfires have me returning to this poem of mine in @scavengers.lit . NY’s red haze moonlit nights of ‘what have we done’, is yet another in your face reminder. The world is becoming a dumpster fire with each passing day.