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    Breathing Into The Sunlight
    Breathing Into The Sunlight
    Breathing Into The Sunlight
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    Breathing Into The Sunlight

    By Sarah Leigh Graham

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    A collection of over 30 poems on subjects including nature, love, spirituality, self-image, creativity, and gender.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSarah Leigh Graham
    Release dateJan 27, 2010
    ISBN9781452306322
    Breathing Into The Sunlight
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    Sarah Leigh Graham

    I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area and have lived in California almost all my life. I love animals and nature and feel compelled to protect them. I was born with spina bifida and hydrocephalus and was also born transgendered. I have not transitioned to being outwardly female yet, but hope to begin the journey someday soon.I have loved writing poetry ever since I was a child. I was on the editorial board of Toyon in 2009 and was the poetry editor for the national edition of the 2008 Red Wheelbarrow Literary Magazine. Also, my poems "Flickering Flames", "Nuts", and "Vision" were published previously in the student edition of the 2007 Red Wheelbarrow Literary Magazine, under the name "Brian Leigh Graham." In addition, "Nuts" won 2nd Prize in the 2007 Red Wheelbarrow Awards for Poetry.

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      Book preview

      Breathing Into The Sunlight - Sarah Leigh Graham

      Breathing Into The Sunlight

      by

      Sarah Leigh Graham

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 1994-2011 by Sarah Leigh Graham. All rights reserved.

      (Cover photo Copyright 2007 by Scott Graham. http://www.sgraham.com)

      Contents

      The Anyway Shape

      Work Begins... Eventually

      In-Class Freewriting Moment 5-22-07

      Turbid Pool of Consciousness(In-Class Freewriting Moment #2 -- 6-20-07)

      Inspired Lunacy

      Butterflies

      What I Need

      My Hair

      Tower

      A Mythic Space

      Hands of God

      Rising of the Light

      Redwood

      Totem

      Fanciful in the Telling

      Devil

      Drawing Your Dreams

      Flickering Flames

      Vision

      I Still Feel You

      Love Rambles

      My Story Folds

      Craft Show Revolution Granny

      Several haiku and other short poems

      Rabbit Eats Piano

      Nuts

      True Story

      The Crow

      The Creator

      The Wind

      Safe House

      Out, Above The Sky

      Acknowledgments

      Biography

      The Anyway Shape

      (I don't know what to write, but)

      I am writing anyway.

      Anyway shape and form.

      What is the anyway shape?

      What is it like?

      It is the

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