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Victoria Station
The storm clatters above in the sky,and I shuffle off the bus,face to face with the unknown.The streets seem to snarl at me,my body, howling with hunger,louder than the thunder I wander under.I start to wonder if I will ever be seen again,sinking into the shadows,captured by the clouded night,running from the rain as it…
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The Bus Has Crashed. All We Do Is Sigh.
An ideas man with no ideas,incensed by common sense,setting off down the path of procrastination and showy distraction,because doing anything of actual value would be an abomination. Obscenely out of his depth and out of touch,tough on nothing but the nerves of the rest of us,a sycophantic sock puppet for the same old solutions, that…
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Vultures
The depths of winter stare daggers from a distance,war cries arrive on the wind,and I am bleeding by Autumn.I am gathered and gutted,my soul, spilled across meadows,my mind following it,just to find some peace and quiet.I’ve got nothing left,but the vultures venture to where I was last seen,smiling with full beaks,breaking their jaws to swallow…
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Boris Johnson Is Losing His Mind, and I Love It
Messy, maladjusted man,clinging to his chaos,confused at how his yes men could suddenly say “no”,never knowing what the word meant,lamenting on the lack of loyalty from the cyclone of snakes he surrounded himself with. How could this be happening to him?How could anybody do this to him?He howled at a locked door,laughing in the hidden…
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Can Dartford’s First Pride Heal The Wounds Left By The Shame of Sandy Bruce-Lockhart?
After decades of keeping the LGBT+ community a secret, the town I live in is having it’s first Pride. Organised by the Orchard Theatre in partnership with Dartford Borough Council, the event is much needed, and long overdue. I live about twenty minutes away from the tiny village I spent much of my childhood in,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 