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Making Pasta With Morrissey
This is such an old story, so predictable, well trodden boards, and all that, but I gather everyone I know and I tell it again anyway, because my heart feels like she has never been heard. I am currently attempting to live in the moment. I am currently attempting to “have fun” and enjoy being…
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Two Magpies
Two for joy, high up in the branches, as the sunlight settles around the cerulean sky. Magpies spy me, sitting below, hopeful and hungry for change. I hope that they are generous with their joy.
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Monday
You crossed my mind on Monday, too late to recall the remains of a burning flame that once kept me warm, so, I woke up cold, recalling the sweet shyness of your voice as you told me that you’d got glasses. I recall the last time we talked, like no time had passed at all,…
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Chosen Family
We have never been in love, but his name is neatly sewn into the lining of my long suffering heart, and it is the only part that has always been hallowed ground. Slipping his hand into mine, with a chaste, close kiss on the cheek, he knows the pain of my path, and chooses to…
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Forests
Swallows in the forest, silently searching for a branch to call home, spying on me, as I swallow my apprehensive affirmations. I will tell the truth, tepid tears, shining, sweet in the moonlight. Birds brush up against my reality, and everything feels so final, but so new. The night is unforgiving, and I am understanding…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 