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Red Ribbon
I am so awake, but so tired of it. You sleep, by my side, and I weep, watching your dreams, all the days you have to live, without the remains of the frayed red ribbon, that used to hold us together. I watch your dreams, the way they change, depending on who you’re facing. Things…
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Paper Cuts
I have paper cuts, that spell out the wedding vows, you forgot to make. I have paper cuts, that tell me to wait, sleep, hope. I am impatient. I have paper cuts, that feel like your warm embrace. I can’t stop reading. I have paper cuts, that tell a sad love story, but I cannot…
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Swanscombe Used To Be Such A Nice Little Town
Helicopters hang over my house, most nights, sweet symphony of sirens, the violin solo of violence. Somebody will awake to bad news. A boy was stabbed last night. The neighbours are all whispering, about how the streets don’t feel safe, the value of their houses, even less so. A boy was stabbed last night, but…
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A Fussy Eater Decides
A path that was etched in my soul, long ago, is followed again, your hand in mine, bound for bliss, sailing past snow covered peaks, I am quiet, but content. The snow has fallen in love with us, surrounding us wherever we go, framing our faces, and the places we choose to while away our…
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Call For Submissions!
Hola amigos, I’m currently working on the next episode of my poetry radio show, Diverse Verse, as part of Alphabet Radio, and I am looking to feature LGBT+ poets. I am looking for LGBT+ poets who would be interested in sharing readings of their own work, or readings of their favourite poems, as well as…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 