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Residue
or Bonding While Black (Corrected Version)
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qianya vinson
September 2021
July 2021
May 2021
Falling and Getting Up
sorry I'm late I didn't want to come
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March 2021
January 2021
Goody Two Shoes
Or why I couldn't bring myself to buy weed until it was legal
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Blessed Assurance
Rosemarie tapped my shoulder to whisper, It’s time. I leapt to my feet and sat on the edge of the bed taking Grandma’s hand as she took her last few…
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qianya vinson
December 2020
On Being Followed
I got off the bus one stop early so that I could take the shortcut down Guerrero to 18th. By providence, I caught a stranger’s eyes on me as I exited…
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Limbs of Lamentation
A year from yesterday, I sat quiet with my grandmother on the couch in her living room. It was before the nurses were there around the clock. Before she…
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On the Path Again
This is a picture of me from 6 years ago, attempting to do crow pose in my kitchen. I centered my Manduka equidistant from the stove and butcher block…
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Guttural poetry and musings on race, gender, queerness and discovering my inner Jew.
Welcome to montrescher by me, qianya vinson (she/her/hers). I am a poet, fledgling novelist, knitwear queen, former burlesque beauty and all around…
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Migration
WordPress is a lovely tool, no doubt, but requires a bit too much thought and effort when all a bitch wants is to write. This year is teaching me to own…
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