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The Well Meaning Angel
I am a weary traveller,washing my hands of myself as I fall down at his door,carrying every wound that I once hoped someone else would hold,begging for the breakthrough of flaming valleys. I am too weak to tell him that I do not want to be fixed when he finds me,he doesn’t try to tell…
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Healing Tree
Snow has sunk into the ground, beaten and defeated by the soft rays of the sun. I stare, seated in my kitchen, at the pleasant pink and blue that peeks from behind the branches of a healing tree, a tree that has weathered the winter, spurred on by the promise of return and renewal. The…
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Tea Tree
Tea tree tells me I’m nervous, sitting on my face, as I step back in the game. I was raised by feminist wolves, in the wilds of the world, and I feel I should be braver, bolder, brighter in the face of danger, but the tea tree, like a concerned stranger, seeing my frozen and…
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Fire Of My Loins
I am sitting in a whirlwind, of woeful, wistful voices, veering closer, as I sit with my smug smile, and my cheap notebooks, full of cheap cracks, about everyone I perceive to have punished me. I close my windows, just to make sure I’m alone, waking up when both the sun and moon are sleeping,…
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New Podcast!
Hola amigos, I have updated the podcast episode guide and you can check out the new episode here. On the latest episode, I talked about romantic frustration, letting go of the past and biphobia, as well as reading some new poems. Hope you enjoy the episode! Besos, J x Enter The Monthly Poetry Competition here…
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