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My hopes and visions of our older selves holding hands and walking side by side, gentling into our coupled future, were brutally severed. We were…
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To first love me as you love me, is it allowed? Can I allow love in, to enter me, suffuse me and use me and…
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Daughter of daughter A phone call. Now aching arms ironing, smoothing wrinkles long to hold son of son close to my heart for solace. My…
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on orange sugar paper and follow your long curved spine to your perfect sculpted buttock. I like your back but next week I will…
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Small spheres of iridescent prussian blue. Windsor yellows and greens and strawberry red hue create sensual experiences of vision and taste as flavour explodes in…
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I let go the year and I turn my face forward expectantly, so. Part of time counted in days. Three hundred and sixty five. Every…
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Interview done. It is lost or won. But as Liz said.. I prepared well, and presented me – and now we just – wait and…
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