Veronica Golos
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Mothers and Daughters: Girl by Veronica Golos
Bodies become something to escape from or leave behind.
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“La Femme Rouge: Redux,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Veronica Golos
La Femme Rouge: Redux (Red Riding Hood, Aged) What I know is more than thorn and thistle, whistling through an oak forest, trees large as barns.
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Somewhere Below the Solar Plexus of Her
What does it take for a person to kill a living thing, then a human being? Why are the truths of war silenced?
