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Nadia de Vries

By September 26th, 2020No Comments

All Storms Have Women’s Names


I’ve nurtured a rancor in this room.

All the furniture here is ugly,

because the furniture is mine.

The cupboards are filled with wounds.

Hateful heirlooms for my daughter,

and my daughter’s  daughter,

and her daughter’s daughter.


Exit Wound


Mothers without daughters are the saddest things.

I know that swans are monogamous

and that pearls melt in vinegar,

but mothers without daughters

are the saddest things.


The Empath Dies First


If he is not a liar, he cannot charm me.

Everybody loves a good lie.

When I was still healthy,

I thought pain was so mysterious.

Now I teem with every illness,

except the one I want.





Nadia-de-Vries-Dream-Pop-PressNadia de Vries is the author of four chapbooks and the curator of Sisternhood (2016), an anthology of poetry by European women. She lives and works in Amsterdam, the Netherlands.