Steam Dreams
This poem relates to a time when my children were young. Whenever they were unwell they would like to lie on the sofa covered in…
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This poem relates to a time when my children were young. Whenever they were unwell they would like to lie on the sofa covered in…
The light from the lamp shade was turning everything under its grip into a shadow silhouette on the wall of this room with the curtains…
As insane as it may seem I remember once I’ve had a dream, Pristine in every single aspect, all colorful and drastic, She appeared to…
This poem relates to the loss of true friends in previous decades when forms of communication were less easy, but travelling or living abroad was…
I’m convinced my body owes me a huge apology. Photo by Giorgio Trovato on Unsplash Hey there, body, I’d appreciate it if you stopped playing…
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