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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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Diverse Verse on Alphabet Radio
Hola amigos, My new show, Diverse Verse, will be airing live on Alphabet Radio, the brand new pop up LGBTQUIA+ radio station on Soho Radio, this afternoon, and I’m really excited for you to hear it. On the first show, I will be talking with poet and film maker Nicole Cyrus, about her work and…
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Gardening
I grow white orchids, under the sunlight, that goes back and forth, arriving, leaving, surrounded by poppies, in the garden, waiting for the day, that they will surround me, as I approach you, glowing, going towards heaven on earth, You are watching me, morning coffee, keeps your hands warm, until I return to them, safe…
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The Man I Love
I awake again, with the same stranger, capturing the night before, and the premonition that followed, on dead evergreens, that I keep under our pillows. I imagine a club, where he is my only patron, spotlight, smoke for my halo, watching me whisper The Man I Love, as he waits, with his wine, for me…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 