In my dream I am throwing myself against windows
to wake up
trying to put a stop sign up
In my dream I am breathing someone else’s breath
theirs on my face and I’m crazy now
under the ice and time is running out
knocking against mirrored glass pushing a frozen voice out
I'm willing to die now to wake up
and finally do to the tortoise shell cat staring me
straight in the face
and the man downstairs
singing songs about me that just aren’t true
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Candace R. Curran- Poet Talk with Ellen Miller-Mack 8/22/2025 Audio only from the WMUA Podcast (also available on Spotify). Candace R. C...
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Congratulations to Candace R. Curran, winner of the 2022 Elyse Wolf Prize/ Slate Roof Press Annual Chapbook Contest! We have the honor to ...
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Candace Curran grew up as part of an old New England farm family, in the shadow of Wachusett Mountain in rural Princeton, Mass...