Category: Writing

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Poem: Aniseed Dreams

Sometimes all we have are dreams like aniseed a strange moment we can’t quite identify. Or enjoy. I breathe in stale air sleep on sheets rucked up beneath me wake to lines imprinted on slack skin. I twist into them...

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The Stolen Notebook

I love a good notebook. I’m a huge fan of stationery in general. Pens, paper, notebooks. Little stickers. I’m crazy about stationary and have been for a long time. Maybe it’s a writer thing. Maybe it’s just cause I’m a...

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Poem: New Year Rain

I fell asleep in the new year to new rain, heavy and haunting as if it knew what was coming – what had come before. the One year can be no better or worse than another and death still comes...

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Poem: Blank Look

Blank looks are reminders that you’ve forgotten again. Start again. We drank tea late at night telling me stories that you’ve forgotten now. I remember. Mum died of cancer. Dad was a postman. You are a forgotten hero but only...

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Poem: Not The Man You See

Not The Man You See Legs reddy brown from April sun April wind, and tangles of matted hair, he waits fr a train to somewhere warmer to walk and wander in sandals and shorts, everything and nothing round his waist...

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Poem: Remains

Remains It’s all embers now, all ash and breath and nothing else left. I mourn for memories I haven’t even lost as I fall to sleep in the growing grass little shoots making themselves known in the dirt and ruin...

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Spring Has Returned

Spring Has Returned Frozen eyes, harsh breaths all disintegrate under your spell. I have shivers and shakes still under my skin and I’ve been waiting four long months to have you warm me from the inside out. I’ve never known...