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Ashes
Your ashes take flight, flirting with every flower you find, in a garden that is mine, mine alone. It could have been yours, if you didn’t descend, desecrated plastic, permanently banished. Photographs, promises, leap into the air, as ashes, and I give birth to a girl, Bambi legs, brown eyes, that find the future, in…
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Querida:Origins – Episode One
I first met Querida when she was seven years old. She was a bright girl, with deep brown eyes and a passion for writing. I was used to meeting the deeply disturbed. Emasculated men who had murdered mothers and wives over impotence, scorned women who had declared war on all men in their path, children…
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Something About Him
He found himself, panicking, packing his soul into so many boxes, that he left by my door, every time he came to call, hoping that one day, Id invite him, and his baggage in. He found himself, wishing I’d write his name, a million ways, for the rest of my days, crestfallen, when I told…
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Old Women
My grandma told me once, that when you’re an old woman, you become invisible. Wandering the world, unseen, unheard, unnoticed. I’m surprised WASPI women didn’t turn to crime, to create new pensions for themselves, under their invisibility cloaks. The trouble is, the definition of an “old woman”, changes all the time, because there are so…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 