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Laying in the bed that she made all alone – A Poem For Gabbie Hanna
Applause is not instant, and to you, that is an insult. The damsel who demands attention but does nothing to keep it, nailing names to the bottom of expensive shoes and trampling through mud, just to make sure that you stay relevant. Oh, wayward winter child, it’s all such a hardship, isn’t it? Lost in…
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Torn Pages
I tell people that I am an open book, but a book that needs translating, because it’s easier than explaining why the ink has run and the pages are torn. I just don’t let them look. “The book is open…” I say “But avert your eyes.” They won’t understand. I won’t know how to tell…
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Making Pasta With Morrissey
This is such an old story, so predictable, well trodden boards, and all that, but I gather everyone I know and I tell it again anyway, because my heart feels like she has never been heard. I am currently attempting to live in the moment. I am currently attempting to “have fun” and enjoy being…
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Two Magpies
Two for joy, high up in the branches, as the sunlight settles around the cerulean sky. Magpies spy me, sitting below, hopeful and hungry for change. I hope that they are generous with their joy.
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Monday
You crossed my mind on Monday, too late to recall the remains of a burning flame that once kept me warm, so, I woke up cold, recalling the sweet shyness of your voice as you told me that you’d got glasses. I recall the last time we talked, like no time had passed at all,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 