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Madeleine Ann Lawson
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Published in The Bigger Picture

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Memories of a Low Country Childhood

It was risky, you see, running barefoot down the dock. Those days I was all sinew wrapped in terrycloth, skin riper than it should have been, teeth so small they didn’t touch one another, just ivory islands in my popsicle-stained gums. My god, how we screamed and cackled and hip-hip-hoorayed…

Life Lessons

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Memories of a Low Country Childhood
Memories of a Low Country Childhood
Life Lessons

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Published in Blue Insights

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Forest Poem

Finding soft ground in my spirit upon which to land — Were I to wander, say, to a country stream, wade in, water curled and cool about my ankles, then bend my tired knees, bring my fingertips low, to feel the gentle song of the current, would that melody — an angel’s weeping, a fairy’s aria — sweep straight through me to be…

Poetry

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Forest Poem
Forest Poem
Poetry

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Nov 4, 2022

Ode to a Woman Who is Not Where You Think She Should Be

They asked where to find you, said you had all but disappeared. They asked me for your likeness and I told them — At the bottom of the laundry hamper where a little ink stain sits along the stitches of the liner. There, and in the back of the produce drawer, clinging to dust and leaked…

Poetry

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Ode to a Woman Who is Not Where You Think She Should Be
Ode to a Woman Who is Not Where You Think She Should Be
Poetry

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Published in Blue Insights

·Oct 24, 2021

Papa Sun, Mama Sky

Gratitude comes heavy and whole from their hearts — There is, somewhere, the bluest sunshine you’ve seen. The sky and sun forget their borders and instead, show each other off. Look how brightly the sky shines. Look, how blue the sun. And the people below feel proud to have stood beneath such a union. These people, these children, are fed minute to minute, day…

Poetry

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Papa Sun, Mama Sky
Papa Sun, Mama Sky
Poetry

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Published in ILLUMINATION

·Apr 22, 2021

Learning to Enjoy Hard-Earned Fatigue

Ah yes, those bleary-eyed hours when my feet ache, my shoulders pull, my neck perches like a wire — tense and pulsing, hunger hums through me like a white noise, backbone stretching, straightening, falling again with my breath into the cradle of my center. I’m bony, too bony, perhaps, but…

Poetry

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Learning to Enjoy Hard-Earned Fatigue
Learning to Enjoy Hard-Earned Fatigue
Poetry

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Published in Blue Insights

·Mar 12, 2021

Finding an Abandoned House: A Lesson in Entropy

I found a house once, as a child, that had been left. It was a wooden home with a brick chimney, and parts of the walls had crumbled, leaving it open to the fields. A fallen pine, I think, lay across its beams, the deadened branches reaching into the little…

Life Lessons

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Finding an Abandoned House: A Lesson in Entropy
Finding an Abandoned House: A Lesson in Entropy
Life Lessons

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Published in ILLUMINATION

·Mar 10, 2021

Loving, With All Your Might, What You Have

A great English thinker and theologian wrote one of my favorite lines: “There is the great lesson of ‘Beauty and the Beast,’ that a thing must be loved before it is lovable.” — G.K. Chesterton Tonight I’m sitting in my small, tidy apartment, mentally applying this logic to my humble…

Gratitude

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Loving, With All Your Might, What You Have
Loving, With All Your Might, What You Have
Gratitude

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Published in Blue Insights

·Mar 2, 2021

Clothing Poem

Isn’t it strange we dress ourselves in so many skins? — Elbows lost in a rack of silk surrongs my mind starts to want some numbers. Like, how many fingertips have ever buttoned a blouse? How many palms have ever brushed the shoulders of a suit jacket, and how many chins have lifted in the mirror at the sight of stately…

Poetry

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Clothing Poem
Clothing Poem
Poetry

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Published in Blue Insights

·Feb 24, 2021

Winter Prayer

How easy to forget, in February, that soon the ground will come alive again. Some things have no memory — being stiff we cannot recall the softness. Being chilled, we cannot imagine our way to warmth, just as being poor, one cannot remember himself to plenty. What a feat of…

Poetry

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Winter Prayer
Winter Prayer
Poetry

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Published in ILLUMINATION

·Feb 24, 2021

Heart Murmur

I believed in the urgency with which your hands jumped to mine and held tight, like a robin’s feet to the branch. Sometimes your arms ache with the power you’ve stored inside them, and sometimes they appear to be as small as mine, hunched and folded. That day when we…

Poem

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Heart Murmur
Heart Murmur
Poem

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Madeleine Ann Lawson

Madeleine Ann Lawson

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Therapist-in-Training / Would-be Itinerant Poet / Optimist

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