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The English Daughter Of An Immigrant
There is a river of ruby running up my arms and down my legs, and in my chest, a vault of vermillion, a million shades soar all through my body, and while my loyalties are split, I still gave my heart to this island, in part, an honest, open heart, split across the shining waves…
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Englishness
Can a dog born in a stable, call itself a horse? I call myself the name, that my English mother gave me, and I arrived to an audience, of doctors and nurses. The NHS is in a state, but they’re not dragging babies out in stables, yet, so am I a dog, or a horse,…
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Sant Jordi, With You
It has been so many days, three hundred and sixty six, to be exact, since I sent my dreams down the river, on a boat, I planned to sink, seeing love, as a damaging dream, that would kill me, if I didn’t kill it myself. I spent a summer writing to myself, sitting on the…
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New Visual Poem – Sant Jordi
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Sant Jordi
We pretend that we aren’t swayed, but we still stay in awe of the twenty four hour magic, the way everybody smiles just a little bit more, the electric in our fingertips, as we hold hands, (just in case we get lost, definitely NOT because we are in love), we go about the day, slightly…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 