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Swanscombe Used To Be Such A Nice Little Town
Helicopters hang over my house, most nights, sweet symphony of sirens, the violin solo of violence. Somebody will awake to bad news. A boy was stabbed last night. The neighbours are all whispering, about how the streets don’t feel safe, the value of their houses, even less so. A boy was stabbed last night, but…
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A Fussy Eater Decides
A path that was etched in my soul, long ago, is followed again, your hand in mine, bound for bliss, sailing past snow covered peaks, I am quiet, but content. The snow has fallen in love with us, surrounding us wherever we go, framing our faces, and the places we choose to while away our…
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Call For Submissions!
Hola amigos, I’m currently working on the next episode of my poetry radio show, Diverse Verse, as part of Alphabet Radio, and I am looking to feature LGBT+ poets. I am looking for LGBT+ poets who would be interested in sharing readings of their own work, or readings of their favourite poems, as well as…
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The United Kingdom Of Great Struggle and Northern Suffering
I live in a rich nation. Four glittering goldmines, held together by the honey, of busy, obedient bees, who are fed by applause, and emoji filled tweets, that work to the soundtrack, of a suited somebody, in a chaotic chamber, who reminds them that they are rich. I live in a prosperous place. Proud. Great.…
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You Alright Hun?
I post my broken heart, filtered and flashing, for all the world to see. All the boys bite the bait, except the only one I want. It breaks again.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 