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I can hear the cry I can hear cry oh lord I can hear the cry i can hear the cry when I see children with tears ruining down their faces I can hear...

Marina climbed down the stairs under the pergola sharp at four. She wore a pleated figure skimming tennis dress, white shoes and a bag on her...

502 Kilometres Just up the road from my wife and me A fire’s burning constantly Folks just like us are in the street No food to eat Nowhere to sleep...

Come upstairs with me, I’ll show you my junk jewellery. Overflowing from a box which looks like leather. Gold and shiny, sparkling, like something...

27/2/22 Putin should be exiled to Pluto in my opinion, because then he will have little prospect of returning, like Napoleon from St Helena to...

I woke up and 4 am last night, my stomach in a knot over the news of the last week. This poured out of me on the Notes app on my phone. I always turn to poetry when I'm anxious, I find it unfiltered and visceral. It's neither good nor reasoned, but that's okay, it's one of my best therapeutic tools.

“You’re a murderer!” she yelled at him. “I told you. He isn’t dead.” “It’s the next best thing.” “He did the same to me.” “Without knowing. This is...

I don’t want the blood to flow I never want to see it Feel the pull inside Grasping claws, organs entwined Just an apple and an egg Lemon water, a...

There were flowers In the window Of the house you once lived in Llillies half fainting Craving sleep I walked on by Thinking what could I keep From...