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Love

(in response to Roosevelt Hospital Blues, a poem by Rachel Hadas) L is for liar O is for over V is for Venomous E is for erroneous and...

I carry

(in response to a passage from The Things They Carried, by Tim O'Brein) I carry the burden of old age, heavy with memories, reminders...

The question

(in response to The Oven Bird, a poem by Robert Frost) The question that we humans must urgently address is how best to manage the...

Hurting

(in response to We Remember Your Childhood Well, by Carol Ann Duffy) So many different ways to hurt, causing hurt, taking it. Pain. Hurt....

Black and white

(in response to Black And White, a poem by Imtiaz Dharker) The paisley like shape of the yin yang symbol reminds me of something I saw on...

Resting

Responses from A Quiet Joy, a poem by Yehuda Amichai During my unplanned parenthood all I could dream of was resting but there never...

What we are made of

In response to a passage from The Iceberg, by Marion Coutts We are made of interesting and dull matter, of atoms that become something,...

The tide

In response to Peace, a poem by Sarah Teasdale Time is the tide of life! It relentlessly flows to the sea that carries us finally away....

Life

I was lucky to be able to go to university. Very few people from where I grew up carried on to higher education. It wasn’t really an...

Injury

In response to a passage from Romany and Tom, by Ben Watt I've always attributed my frequent bouts of lower back pain to an injury I...

Inspired by www.pulsevoices.org, Narrative Workshop participants are invited to share their work anonymously on this platform. Sharing inner most thoughts and stories with other participants in the workshops is a first step, while releasing stories into the ether, here, is a further progression of that act. In Narrative Workshops, we understand that “you don’t know what you want to say until you begin to say it”. In these fragments, participants have “begun to say it”. 
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