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The Game
Fifteen. Nervous, naive, knee length skirt. At a desk, next to a boy I’d spoken to, maybe once or twice. Then he is joined, by a friend I’ve never met, and they engage, in a game, he normally saves, for just before bed. I try to look away, but he tells me to look. They…
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How I wrote “Depression Is Not Real?” from Home Wrecker
Today is World Mental Health Day, and so I decided to give you a little insight into how I created one of the most personal poems in my latest book, “Depression Is Not Real?” from Home Wrecker. Firstly, I had to acknowledge that depression is in fact real. It isn’t that I had doubted that,…
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I’ll Die
28.07.17
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Monster Truck
Sixty seven year old strange man, in my room. knelt by my womb, trying to crawl inside, as if I am a monster truck, and there are tools to destroy the city, to save some cells, and keep me in one, if I resist. My sister has come, from England, screams, for the future, of…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 