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Christina\u00a0Veladota<\/h1>\n

Self-Portrait as Clarissa Dalloway<\/span><\/h2>\n

Flowers forgive us our fumbled years:
\nI am mother to this illusion.<\/p>\n

What Insomnia Tells My Father<\/span><\/h2>\n

Your voice is the loud
\nhush of the night
\nescaping as your grief\u2019s
\nlate husbandry
\nkicks at its fences.<\/p>\n

Deconstructing Sophia<\/span><\/h2>\n

Wisdom is the fabric
\nshe tears apart with her teeth.<\/p>\n


\nChristina Veladota <\/strong>is a 2014 recipient of an Ohio Arts Council Individual Artist Award. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Christina\u00a0Veladota Self-Portrait as Clarissa Dalloway Flowers forgive us our fumbled years: I am mother to this illusion. What Insomnia Tells My Father Your voice is the loud hush of the night escaping as your grief\u2019s late husbandry kicks at its fences. Deconstructing Sophia Wisdom is the fabric she tears apart with her teeth. 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