Author: Tansy Gunnar
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Poem 413
The free-form poem is unedited and is about body shaming in a domestic relationship. Revisions will be available at a later time. The safety of your arms… wrapped too tight, A prison disguised as comfort. I cannot move, cannot breathe, Forced to surrender my potential, Drained of time, trapped, swallowed, used. Anxiety drums beneath my…
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Poem 414
This poem was written in the spring of 2024. It’s embarrassing to share in this rough of form. The inspiration were personal experiences with homelessness and passages from The Bible. Revisions of the poem will be added at a later date. There’s never a hero, Not really. There’s only ourselves If the mind and heart…
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Poem 412
The poem was written in the Spring of 2024. It is being presented in a rough form. It’s been revised several times since this first version. Those drafts will be provided at a later date. The poem was written after reflection on beauty and the cognitive bias known as the “halo effect.” Beauty is a…
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Poem 123
The poem was written as part of a Master of Arts capstone collection. It is free-form and does not have a rhyming pattern. It also lacks consistent flow, meter, and rhythm. “A Winter Hike in New Hampshire” When the cold sun’s light meets a fresh blanket of snow it illuminates the soul, But it can…
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Poem 112
This poem, titled “Valkyrie” was written as part of a Master of Arts capstone collection. It is free-form and does not have a rhyming pattern. It also lacks consistent flow, meter, and rhythm. However, the project’s grade was 100%. Just short of an identity crisis, Questioning my place in the world. I went on a…
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Short Story 311
“The Crows ” Written in 2013, edited in 2025. A solitary reflecting pond sat at the center of a cemetery, surrounded by the gentle flow of natural waters. It was the only place of refuge when home was no longer a sanctuary for a mother and her child. Crows called to each other, hidden in the…
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Poem 411
Hope is empty, magical thinking. It’s an insidious infestation of an idea That it will all be okay. Someone will save me, My luck will change. The truth is, Hope is a fallacy. Only belief in oneself and Taking action can Direct change.
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Poem 566
A deep breath inhaled… calmness envelopes me. Stamped with a heart, whatever’s sent, always returns to thee. I smile a while… Impressed by your vivacious attack, with such unique style. 🙏 Blessings. . . . But know, you won’t be the end of me. You’re just the beginning.
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Perfectly Human 