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    A Space Between Rains
    A Space Between Rains
    A Space Between Rains
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    A Space Between Rains

    By Victoria Chames

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    A Space Between Rains: love poems about endings and beginnings. A poetic memoir of a life that reached a point of no return, the leaving of that life, and the stumbling search to find a life of my own where I was not invisible in the periphery of his.

    I found wonderful adventures, and made a lot of mistakes. Through the hard times, I turned to the empty page when there was no place else to go, no one I dared to tell. I wrote in secret, and what I wrote began to teach me who I was. To the empty page I poured out my loneliness, my regret, my despair at the cost of the choices I had made, my fragile hopes, and my fierce blind seeking for something more. Poetry was my refuge, my therapy, my one true mirror, my small voice singing in the silence, and ultimately, my salvation.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDarkhorse Press U.S.
    Release dateAug 21, 2020
    ISBN9780984173037
    A Space Between Rains
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    Victoria Chames

    Victoria Chames is an artist, poet, and writer living in Northern California, currently working on the nonfiction narrative Victory Is My Name, a Memoir. (Victory is a trilogy and Book-One will be available September 1, 2020 in both e-book and paperback.)  Victoria’s poetry has been published by the Berkeley Poet’s Cooperative Quarterly Anthology and The Milvia Street Journal of Berkeley City College. A series of her poems and an interview by Sara Russell were published in Poetry Life and Times web-based literary magazine. Victoria’s poems from a collection titled “A Space Between Rains” have been published by Darkhorse Press and are available at all stores and internet booksellers in both e-book and paperback.  Victoria Chames is a longtime writer  but new to publishing since retiring from two active careers in Fire Service and Hospital Emergency Medical, she now devotes her full time and commitment to writing.  Her artwork can be seen at www.victoriachames.com. 

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      A Space Between Rains - Victoria Chames

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      ©2018 by Victoria Chames, All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced in any

      form without prior written consent except for

      quotations of brief passages used in articles,

      critiques, or reviews.

      Printed in U.S.A.

      ISBN: 978-0-9841730-3-7

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      Published in the United States

      Darkhorse Press

      Oakland, California

      For Amanda Belle Long

      my birthmother,

      who would have loved

      to sing and dance,

      but never did.

      About the Poetry / About the Author

      I was born in North Carolina, grew up in Texas, dropped out of college and got married, went to the East Coast and lived the loneliest years of my life. My own life was postponed indefinitely in order to support his, and my soul had to crawl on its belly like a snake for three years.

      I worked a clerical job nine-to-five at the Telephone Company while he went to grad school and had a rich stimulating social life and pursued a creative career. For me he was distant, impersonal, and oblivious, in the way that a single-parented child whose father committed suicide can be.

      When he graduated and got his first job as a teacher, we moved to the frozen tundra of Minneapolis Minnesota, where I began to recover. It took a while more, but finally I realized that I had not only a right, but

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