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Aye Captain
The sun sends him screaming from our ship, chasing his youth, into the bathroom, blonde brushes into grey, and he blushes, as I swim closer. I kiss, coded, along his bow. India. Sierra. Tango. India. Lima. Lima. Whiskey. Oscar. Uniform. Lima. Delta. Safe in a lifeboat, back in my arms, he sinks back under the…
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Poetry Competition Winners!
Hola Amigos, Today, I’m very excited to share some of our contest winners with you. I had a lot of great entries, and it was so exciting to see so many of you creating so many wonderful things. It was very hard to narrow it down (I had to ask Little Muffin for help… ),…
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Swimming After Eating
Hola amigos, You can now check out the video for my brand new poem “Swimming After Eating”. I hope you enjoy it! Besos, J x Enter The Monthly Poetry Competition here Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The Greenwich Glamour Girls” here Order “The Things We Did Last Summer” here Order “Home Wrecker” here…
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Women
The bitter bite of being underestimated, again, as if I am not sewn together, from the ones the world tried to tear apart. Today, I am not the girl I was. I am patched up, with pieces, a collage of Queens. Their bones are fused, with my refusal to be silent, we are together, awake,…
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Murdered
I went back to the scene, of the many times she was murdered, canvassing Camden Town, to find her at 18, at 21, at 26. I was too late. Murdered, by the man who told her he knew best, choked to death, by the flimsy fabric, of the dress he insisted she wear, and the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 