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September 17, 2022

I’m not in any danger

If I was any other thing,I would be the planks of a pier by the ocean I dreamed of for the last decade,so I could hear her sing to me as the stars stare down. It never seems to end.I fix my eyes on a final pointthat seems to get further away every time I…

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September 9, 2022

Paddington Hears The News

Paddington reads the morning papers with a melancholy smile,watching Mr Brown make tea in silence.Gun fire greets the morning sky as it weeps across the capital,and the bear pulls a marmalade sandwich from his hat,biting in to the sweet nectar, and all the memories it holds.He drinks his tea,remembering his manners and making use of…

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August 7, 2022

Head In The Clouds

Head in the clouds,kept clear of the Earth’s echoes,all the things that I cannot face fall away when I wander the halls of heaven.I have picked out the poppies for my graveside,gracefully gazing at my name and a list of accolades on the sandstone.I’ve been living for my last days longer than I have been…

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April 22, 2022

Sinking

Soaring, roaring waves wrack the weakened wood, the moon sheds her tears as the night trickles by slowly, the morning sun will mourn when she arrives at the ocean’s graveyard, crossing paths with the moon, like sad ships in the night, chasing phantoms to uncharted waters.

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March 29, 2022

I Remember You

Barbara Lawrence took the same bus into town every Wednesday. She got on the same stop, by the housing development that had been in progress for as long as she could remember. She picked up the same bits and pieces from Sainsbury’s. A pint of milk, half a loaf of bread and some bits to…

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Tag: grief

I’m not in any danger

Paddington Hears The News

Head In The Clouds

Sinking

I Remember You