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Pick Up a Book and Learn Your History
Our pages are torn and tarnished, our past is vandalised and hunted, and so we grasp at every colour of the rainbow, holding tight with wounded hands, to bruised chests, with broken hearts. We are a family, related by our rejection, meeting once a year, all over the world, some bursting with pride, some in…
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Here Lies That Sad Girl From The Internet
Where will the statue of me reside? When I am a pile of bones in the ground, rarely recalled by my son, who has his own life to lead, and manages to make it back on February 1st, with roses and poppies to place on a headstone, where I am identified as a wife and…
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Birthday Wish
I’m your beautiful birthday girl, all wrapped up in a bow, waiting to be undone, leaning against my garden wall, waiting for a kiss that never comes, because we live in a lockdown world, where loneliness is the only constant, no contact is the contract we sign, for some faraway fantasy of eventual freedom. I…
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It’s My Birthday Tomorrow
The sun has danced with the earth three hundred and sixty four times since I last let go of a year. I am in my garden, a new one, since it was last January 31st, and the sun has already said goodbye. The next time I see her, I will be a new woman, an…
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Family Ties
Blood can be so thick, but it never flows easy, water, you can trust.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 