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Running Across Broken Bridges
There she stands, clear path, created from necessity and staring up at me, her body, bright under the kind light of the moon. It is time to be true to myself, but I take one step, full of dread and then I hesitate, staring at the quiet confidence of the bridge before me, who stares…
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Sunflowers and Cigarettes
Sunflowers sleep atop black curls, surrounding my sweet face, floral crown, shining in the sunlight that never seems to want to leave. The charms of my bracelet jingle jangle on the boat’s cleat, as I ache for the ocean, just beyond my reach. I hear God in the ocean’s howl, and he is kinder to…
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A Haiku About Poetry
You are my soulmate, lovely lines, sweet, soft stanzas. You are my true love.
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Last Night’s Spell
Planting poppies under the waxing moon, I read my wish list to the stars, hoping God stayed up late to hear from his favourite girl. I’m just a dreamer, longing for long, late night phone calls, where I feel the Earth stop, then watch the sun rise, in a blink of my hastily made up…
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Baby Birthmark
Arriving in the second month, there was a number two written on my wrist in pigment, or melanin, I’m not sure which, because I always struggled with science, but there I was, clean and new, glistening in the winter sun, my own and my mother’s blood decorating my skin. I was peaceful, but causing a…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 