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Naughty Tory
He said he was a bad husband, but not a bad man, not a criminal. He says the case has been dropped. He is a disgusting, slobbery mess. He says it’s a misunderstanding. He is chanting like a school yard maniac. He says he’s a good man. He had his face on her face. He…
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Ashes
Your ashes take flight, flirting with every flower you find, in a garden that is mine, mine alone. It could have been yours, if you didn’t descend, desecrated plastic, permanently banished. Photographs, promises, leap into the air, as ashes, and I give birth to a girl, Bambi legs, brown eyes, that find the future, in…
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Querida:Origins – Episode One
I first met Querida when she was seven years old. She was a bright girl, with deep brown eyes and a passion for writing. I was used to meeting the deeply disturbed. Emasculated men who had murdered mothers and wives over impotence, scorned women who had declared war on all men in their path, children…
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Something About Him
He found himself, panicking, packing his soul into so many boxes, that he left by my door, every time he came to call, hoping that one day, Id invite him, and his baggage in. He found himself, wishing I’d write his name, a million ways, for the rest of my days, crestfallen, when I told…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 