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CollectionThen and now sarahprowls012 years 11 months ago
CollectionPoems 2004 - 2005 sarahprowls012 years 11 months ago
StoryWhat to do? sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWe are all the orange sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWe and that sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWhat say you (of progeny) sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWishful Thinking sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWeird habits sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryYour journey's chapter, (with me in it) sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMy women before me sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryReceipts and Outgoings. sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe long trip round sarahprowls213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMain course sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryQuiet movement sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMoth trap sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLong Exposure sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPark thoughts #2 sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPark thoughts #1 sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTo define sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryStart over sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLet go sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOde to a radiator sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StorySouthbank sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOne half sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryStanding in the bathroom sarahprowls013 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

Unpacking

There was always an admiring gaze cast to you – bouncing back to me However, remaining separate in our universes All this time Until We gripped each others boxes Eager to see their contents

Fruitful

This is a slow and sure process It never got this far before The ground too unsteady with the heave of energy in motion To ever take hold This time All systems checked

Fastening the seatbelt

There is a sandal being dangled From a big toe Backwards then forwards As you glide on your swing The harvest is high and lush this year

Receipts and Outgoings.

Documents from another era. Almost another lifetime it feels Falling into my hands, In a winter clean up and out mood Bank statements, notebooks, diaries. Invoices. Receipts.

A thread through a fortnight

They said there would be rain in the air today and it was fair. And yesterday and last week were as wet as wet. There was a whisper that the woman at the top of the block was unhappy with

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