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The Girl With The Hopelessly Romantic Heart
Inside my corpse, is a gallery. Haunted, harrowing harm, that I inflicted on myself, a collection of corpses, within my corpse, that is kept warm, by my eternally beating, broken heart. I don’t know that I ever existed, sometimes I looked at myself as a museum of my muses, how they slipped through my fingers,…
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Stay Awake
Wait and see, my love. Let life be sweet, surprising. Rise. Just one more time.
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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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Hello, Again
You are a song, I sometimes hear, in the back of my mind, when I am away with the fairies. I called you last night, by mistake, awaking with the memory of you, your curiosity, for what I became, after we parted ways, all the ways I was so different, and the ways I’d stayed…
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Naughty Tory
He said he was a bad husband, but not a bad man, not a criminal. He says the case has been dropped. He is a disgusting, slobbery mess. He says it’s a misunderstanding. He is chanting like a school yard maniac. He says he’s a good man. He had his face on her face. He…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 