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Christine Rawley

77 Pills

There is always so much to make peace with; all we can do is keep trying, keep moving, keep blooming.

Jul 19, 2020

77 Pills

Jul 19, 2020

The Winter Morning Fog Comes Rolling In

& I feel the same heaviness.

Jul 16, 2020

The Winter Morning Fog Comes Rolling In

Jul 16, 2020

Do You Want It or Not?

An Open Letter to Dysfunctional Loves

May 24, 2020

Do You Want It or Not?

May 24, 2020

My Boyfriend Shows Me Pictures of His Dead Friends While We Watch “Arrival”

May 14, 2020

My Boyfriend Shows Me Pictures of His Dead Friends While We Watch “Arrival”

May 14, 2020

Inheritance

Inheritance

May 10, 2020

Inheritance

May 10, 2020

Not All Broken Homes Are Loud

My mother moves around the kitchen, anger

May 9, 2020

Not All Broken Homes Are Loud

May 9, 2020

Ode to Drunk Girls in Bar Bathrooms

I want to write an ode to drunk girls

May 8, 2020

Ode to Drunk Girls in Bar Bathrooms

May 8, 2020

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Age of Awareness

Women Are Not Rehabilitation Centers for Broken Men

It’s Not Our Job to Fix Them

May 7, 2020

Women Are Not Rehabilitation Centers for Broken Men

May 7, 2020

On the Argument that Men Should Not Be Prevented From Getting New Jobs After Being Fired for…

My best friend tells me she doesn’t think

May 6, 2020

On the Argument that Men Should Not Be Prevented From Getting New Jobs After Being Fired for…

May 6, 2020

Making Space

A Re-imagining of the Stages of Grief

May 5, 2020

My grandfather’s tree lit up the night we planted it

May 5, 2020

Christine Rawley

Christine Rawley

Lover of poetry, feminism and flowers | cancer sun, libra moon, sagittarius rising

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