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Debra Groves Harman

Debra Groves Harman's memoir Dancing in Circles: An Expatriate in Cambodia is forthcoming in 2019. She's won awards for CNF with Oregon Writers Colony and Two Sisters Writing and Publishing. She lives in rural Oregon, and is a substitute teacher and musician.

“Eclipse”

My love and I drive south
For seven minutes of darkness.
During solar eclipse, the sun proposes,
A sparkling rim and white-hot stone,
We drive for margaritas, the blue Pacific,
to make love when Orion rises…
Poetry
Issue 32, December 2019
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FTO Star

When I was a child, I lay in bed at night and fantasized about using a razor-sharp knife to carve fat off my body. First, it would be my stomach, and then my arms. My double chin bothered me too. I had started the habit of keeping my chin lifted up, so the beagle-like droop of my double chin wasn’t so obvious. It didn’t occur to me how horrible it was to think about slicing flesh off my own body. I just knew I hated being fat.
Creative Nonfiction
Issue 21, January 2019
Issues Archive

Debra Groves Harman

Debra Groves Harman's memoir Dancing in Circles: An Expatriate in Cambodia is forthcoming in 2019. She's won awards for CNF with Oregon Writers Colony and Two Sisters Writing and Publishing. She lives in rural Oregon, and is a substitute teacher and musician.

“Eclipse”

My love and I drive south
For seven minutes of darkness.
During solar eclipse, the sun proposes,
A sparkling rim and white-hot stone,
We drive for margaritas, the blue Pacific,
to make love when Orion rises…
Poetry
Issue 32, December 2019
Issues Archive

FTO Star

When I was a child, I lay in bed at night and fantasized about using a razor-sharp knife to carve fat off my body. First, it would be my stomach, and then my arms. My double chin bothered me too. I had started the habit of keeping my chin lifted up, so the beagle-like droop of my double chin wasn’t so obvious. It didn’t occur to me how horrible it was to think about slicing flesh off my own body. I just knew I hated being fat.
Creative Nonfiction
Issue 21, January 2019
Issues Archive
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