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“My work is to inhabit the silences with which I have lived and fill them with myself until they have the sounds of brightest day and the loudest thunder. And then there will be no room left inside of me for what has been except as memory of sweetness enhancing what can and is to be.”

Quote by Audre Lorde

Work

The Cancer Journals

The Cancer Journals is a poignant and reflective work that combines poetry and prose to explore the author's journey through cancer. It delves into the emotional, physical, and psychological impacts of the illness, offering a raw and intimate portrayal of the human experience. more

Author

Audre Lorde
Audre Lorde

Audre Lorde, an American writer, poet, and speaker, was born on February 18, 1934, and passed away on November 17, 1992. Known for her profound insights into race, gender, and sexual orientation, her work encompasses poetry, prose, and novels, which have had a profound impact on contemporary literature and social movements. more

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