University calling:

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Well, I’ve really gone and done it this time 🙂 In my frustration at myself for feeling like a failure for achieving virtually nothing with my writing for three years (apart from keeping my toe in with Social Media groups and writing blogs, memoir & poetry), I’ve signed up for Uni!! Those who know me more

The Magnolia Tree – a poem

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It was under the Magnolia tree, He loved me, And our children played, All three, (and then four, five), And the puppies leapt high, Under the Magnolia tree. We’d sit and talk for hours, Under the Magnolia tree, Butterflies & dreams & wishes, And she’d listen, Our beautiful old tree. The seasons came & went, more

The moment I got a chance I went to a bar – a poem

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And found a man who was a replica of you, Your doppelganger actually: Your face, your hair, your physique, And I had him make love to me, The exact same way you had described it, In your letters, Even including me reaching back, To you – I mean, him – for a kiss. It was more

Poets Are A Weird Mob:

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I get up before the sun, And before the household, So I can write poems for you, It comes out of my fingers. In reams. One day when I finally meet you, I will give them to you and, Unless you are a poet, You may not understand, The significance. You’ll hand them back, And more

“Did you miss me?” she asked …

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“I guess so,” I answered, without making eye contact, as nonchalantly as I could. “I did it to punish you,” she said casually. “I know,” I answered, flicking through the mail. “But every time I saw salt I would think of you and start to cry,” “Oh really?” She knows how much I love salt. more

Divine Retribution:

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She doesn’t know where he is, What he’s doing or who he’s with, She only knows the ache for him, She only knows that now he’s Just another statistic: His life turned to ashes, The moment he hurt her, (She had the garage door down, And the engine was running), He’s the fifth one now more

We talked until the wee hours again last night…

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… you’ll never know how much I love you, how much your pain is my pain and that watching you go in and out of your dark night of the soul these past years tears me apart inside. But keep coming back to talk to me, don’t ever stop, I want you to always feel more

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