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Corrine DeWinter



I have come in the morning

Smelling blood and forgiveness on the sheets.

You have called me Angel,

rhymes with hell.

I have listened to that echo

Of dirty words.

Waiting dissolved me

And the bones pushed closer

To skin.

But call me Grace

When I forget all the strangers

I have tasted before you.

Boy, I take butterflies

Beneath my skin

And they flex their wings,

Stiff with confession.



Corrine De Winter, nominated four times for the Pushcart Prize, Corrine De Winter's poetry, fiction, essays and interviews have appeared worldwide in publications such as The New York Quarterly, Imago, Phoebe, Plainsongs, Yankee, Sacred Journey, Interim, The Chrysalis Reader, The Lucid Stone, Fate ,Press, Sulphur River Literary Review, Modern Poetry, The Lyric, Atom Mind, The Writer, The Lyric and over 800 other publications. She has been the recipient of awards from Triton College of Arts & Sciences, Writer's Digest, The Esme Bradberry Award, The Madeline Sadin Award, The Rhysling Award, and has been featured in Poet's Market 1995-2006.

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