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The Noise
I don’t want to die, by any means, but I have not really enjoyed being alive, for quite some time. I feel like I’m on a constant track, that deviates, in a sense, every now and then, but never to a place that makes sense, just to a noise. I know that makes no sense,…
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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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Julian Was Coming To Visit
Glassy eyes, against the glass, of the garden facing window. Day is done, dinner, unfulfilling, clock ticking, then snailing. I hold a picture of him, beside my beating heart, that breaks, with every minute. Time snakes, snailing, hope hounded, but prevailing, because he could arrive, at any minute. Life is a surprise, if you let…
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World Queen
When I was so small, that being a woman, was a far away fairy tale, I saw a ticking clock, each morning, when I met the gaze of the mirror. Intuitively, I was aware, that there were only so many moments, to collect all the trophies I had promised myself, in between birthing and bridal…
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Happy Home
I imagine, I was an adequate early birthday present, to my mother. Materialising, entering the air, with a solo scream, I became a socialite. Infant it girl, the name on so many lips, the day that I debuted, inside so many arms, I stared into so many faces, amazed, that they are so amazed. As…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 