All Posts By Julene Tripp Weaver

The Train Station in Chihuahua

The old men sit on the square. Watch the comings and goings in the morning air, their cigars lit they smoke, cough, spit. It is a fluid...

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Leakage: A Minor Problem

women leak: we do not talk about our leaks: not acceptable dinner conversation: in youth I did not need extra protection, Depends, I had...

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The Call to the Common Women

Pull away the dark screen of impossibility, the veil where the future lies—you stand a recluse, shrunken holding a small child. It is not...

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