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The Girl’s Madness – Part One
I meet the eyes of my mother less and less, because of my envy, that I could never get past, and the fear that I will pass the point of being her pride and joy, disappearing into her disappointment. My body is a clam that longs for a pearl, passed over by the unkind sea,…
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In Celebration of Single Mothers
She’s split in two, guarding her cubs, everywhere at once, time is at her beck and call. Taking twenty four hours, making it stretch, the way her child benefit does, and the sporadic maintenance money, that she manages to shake, from reluctant pockets. She makes sandwiches in her sleep, house and uniforms clean, play dates…
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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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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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Girls
There are girls, made from missteps of misled mothers, the best of wishes, and the worst of luck. Those are the strongest girls of all. Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The Greenwich Glamour Girls” here Order “The Things We Did Last Summer” here Order “Home Wrecker” here Listen to”Past Preston” here Watch the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 