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    Tales from a Broken Girl
    Tales from a Broken Girl
    Tales from a Broken Girl
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    Tales from a Broken Girl

    By Chris Dean

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    You hear it all the time . . . "I'm fine!" "We're doing great!" Sometimes, it's true. A lot of times, it's BS. Because no one likes to admit their lives are a mess.


    Tales From a Broken Girl

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStoreylines Press
    Release dateSep 16, 2023
    ISBN9781738274758
    Tales from a Broken Girl
    Author

    Chris Dean

    Chris Dean is a storyteller,spoken word artist, and selfproclaimedMagpie Poet whowrites from the heart ofIndiana where they live withtheir husband, dog and toomany cats to mention.Their work has been featuredby Cajun Mutt Press, Fevers ofthe Mind, Dumpster Fire Press and the upcominganthologies Gal's Guide To The Galaxy's "Nurish"and"Ovation" from Jimmy Broccoli. Their debut book ofpoetry, Tales From a Broken Girl, was released in 2023 byStoreylines Press.

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      Book preview

      Tales from a Broken Girl - Chris Dean

      TALES FROM A BROKEN GIRL

      CHRIS DEAN

      Storeylines Press Storeylines Press

      Copyright © 2023 by Chris Dean

      Cover Photo and Author Photo by Chris Dean

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      Storeylines Press is the publisher of this work. It holds the sole, perpetual, and exclusive license with respect to this work and any derivatives thereof on a worldwide basis. Therefore, any interest in this work should be directed to the author/publisher at storeylinespress@gmail.com

      Land Acknowledgment

      Storeylines Press enjoys the benefits and blessings of existing on the lands of the Anishinabek, Haudenosauneega Confederacy, and Anishinaabe, Treaty 29, 1827. As settlers to this area, we acknowledge the rights and importance of the Indigenous people and their importance to this region, nation, and its culture, as well as their unjust treatment by the Canadian government and settlers past and present.

      For my husband, Nick. You’re my Muse,

      my best friend, and everything in between!

      Thank you for putting up with

      the craziness and always believing in me.

      Until eternity shall end, baby!

      by definition

      Angry, brash,

      Aggressive, loud,

      Tuneful. Or not.

      Everything

      In between,

      All rolled into

      A thought.

      Beggar, collector,

      Sneaky little thief.

      Bit from here,

      Piece from there.

      Always collecting,

      Always something

      Useful to build a nest.

      Surface plain,

      Black and white

      Divides.

      Different angled view

      Brings blues, greens.

      Dazzle or disgust,

      You'll find what

      You choose.

      Beat, spoken,

      Lyrical prose.

      Jack of all trades

      Because Master

      Of None.

      Label what you will,

      Voice is still voice

      Defying definition.

      Just a fucking Magpie.

      contents

      foreword

      LOVE & LOSS

      Untitled

      the apple

      fox hunt

      42

      yesterday’s shirt

      druids

      haircut

      when

      word stew

      habits

      listen

      comfort suite

      lost in the woods

      because

      sleepwalking

      rain dance

      firepit

      love letter

      Untitled

      Untitled

      PISS & VINEGAR

      Untitled

      drug of choice

      someday

      once

      forgotten dolls

      a friendly drink

      menopause

      mantle

      unauthorized biography

      makeup

      knees

      I was reading Bukowski

      scene of the crime

      eggshells

      dear lightworkers

      quicksand

      december’s inventory

      pain

      Untitled

      Untitled

      ACCEPTANCE

      Untitled

      midlife moon

      storm song

      the longing song

      3-25-23

      bedtime story

      witches

      mornings

      left

      chasing trains

      mortality

      3 am

      nina negra

      this year

      welcome to the borderland

      surfacing

      a walk among the stones

      air B&B

      Untitled

      Untitled

      About the Author

      foreword

      Hello and welcome to The Crazy!

      My name is Chris. As of this writing, I'm a 52-year-old female-presenting nonbinary human being from Indiana, and what you're currently holding is the last eight years of my life. 

      When I started writing, I referred to myself as Broken Girl. Because, at the time, I was. During this journey, my marriage fell apart, we built it back stronger, my crazy (Bipolar 2 and Borderline) and autoimmune (Scleroderma) had a clash of wills, menopause arrived, and I came out as nonbinary. HELLUVA EIGHT YEARS!

      I no longer feel broken (or girl). But the Instagram account was there and it documented the journey, so I kept it.

      I considered rewriting for gender references, but where I was when I wrote most of

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