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Michelle Hamadache

Michelle Hamadache is a young poet and an old woman, who lives by the ocean and writes essays, short stories and memoir. She's had publications in Southerly, Parallax, Island, Kunapipi.

There’s a Kiss

I don’t remember except in the raspberry shadow of my lips upon the shoulder of my loved one. I remember his shoulder, god-gold and warmed the way you would with honey were you to want to pour it over cakes …

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