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    Windmills

    Above the star ceiling  there is an attic which houses   secrets and undeclared love,  decades of wreaths and erections  who told Sinatra to stop singing?    In moon river dreams, my limbs drifted   from pillow to ache within the attic    A heavy breeze from...

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    Born of Frustration

      Beyond the breakers  where the tides never reach,  we watched a small child flying two kites  and you said ‘that could be me and you’    Born still,  midwife's mouth turned to scissors  delivering the cruellest cut    Sometimes, the sun rises in   my bedroom at midnight  the TV...

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    Boots, Blazers and the Spaces in Between

    On the edge of my waking dreams  lain as solitary skeleton under double-duvet shroud,  only my mind knows who I groped in the night  no room for ghosts or memories of teenage promises,    |f you ride the subway   m twilight to sun rise  make sure...

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    • Interesting how you go to one time period to the other.

    • Dear R,

      Fantastic blend of dreamscape and lively activities. The flirty and suggestive atmosphere throughout is a very hot ticket. I really liked how you worked in all the references of different movies and forms of dancing. For me, I never knew there could be such a level of passion, especially in the written word. Fabulous write. H 🌷

    • Fia, thank you.

      H. your presence here is a pleasure to the poetry world. I simply genuflect at your kind and caring soul x

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    1/27/2025

    I tell myself stories Constantly I construct entire backstories From little innocuous events Forever confusing My invention with reality Loudly screaming my opinions In my head About all the things Nobody asked

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    • I construct stories all the time, too. I relate to this.

    • This reminds me of someone I used to work with. They had a full book worth of different stories in their head. They would go on all work shift telling me these stories.

      Great ink, friend.

    • I do the same when I’m unoccupied. Daydreaming can be constructive as long as you know which sidewalk is real.

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    6/17/2025

    My apathy is not a surrender It’s just the only way I can fight You may tie my hands But you cannot restrain my mind

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