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Read MoreSo senorita, lay turkey under tinsel and tell me, whose ashes are those? Beyond the cracked urn I can sniff Lori’s death as cocaine, darling, my heart remains the trampoline before your fatal fall So senorita I can hear your pulse behind the tapas who was that man who left you alone in Wales? Podria amarte? could I ever.... there is another a Mother for my foster kids who...
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You are a diamond H. I just wish you believed in yourself a liitle bit more. Of course I have moved on, but I still climb into an empty bed. Someone whispered a secret to me – they told me Bruges is so romantic in the spring
What a Xmas day that was. My niece is so blonde and attractive and some twat couldn’t keep his hands to himself. No one, and I mean no one, fucks with my family. He was a short little prick (and I never use height as a bully boy tactic) but boy, he got it. My Dad would have been proud of me. End of.
Nothing more to write Hon. xx
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I’m a sucker for people who split Spanish and English.
So this write was a pleasant surprise!
The whole poem is a gem but the ending is perfection:)Merry Christmas 🎄
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Si. Lol. You and your partner in crime mean so much to me. Thank you A
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Let it out, Rob. The grief subsides, but the hole remains. We try to find a corner of our soul to store such things in, because they aren’t going away. So, we adjust. Writing is and always will be a tonic for us. You make a good medicine man.
I had a horrible habit of sticking up for anyone that needed it, back in the day. All the younger years of fighting my brother, I didn’t realize at first how good I was at it. Nowadays I have to be smarter. I’m older, etc. But… LOL
I loved your write. The capacity to find the words to convey your thoughts isn’t always easy. But you found a way, with a great result. Write on.-
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You totally get me Mark. I’m 56 now and do I ever learn? Probably not. I have a huge scar over my eye and my dear Mam always told me to look in the mirror and learn. God love her, but I never did. Welsh Rob
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Read MoreAs the evening stretches beyond skyscrapers sunset cracks windows and voices, midnight lies as a would-be lover counting her footsteps across Brooklyn Bridge to an anonymous apartment, where she imagines waking to her lipstick on his coffee cup Washing machine skies spin skeins of colour red always bleeds into the blue and JFK...
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Dear R,
The visual and imagined images are outstanding in this piece. For me, there such a sense of coping with life especially at Christmas. You incorporate iconic structures of NY throughout giving this an energetic current running underneath the words from start to finish. I really enjoyed seeing the people, appreciating the buildings and mostly the confessional admission within the piece. Fab write. H🌷
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As someone once sang, it’s been a good year for the roses. Heart upon heart, life below humility, Christmas 2025 once seemed a distance away. It was only true friendship & family who drove my sleigh. Maybe, one day, I will become a poem. Huge Welsh hugs and thanks H. x
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The opening catching one’s imagination as you tell us a story through poetry. I enjoyed this.
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Thank you Fia and many plaudits for your perennial encouragement of writers. Wising you a blessed yuletide.
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Well now, this is quite a large gift for us readers. Definitely weighty but not overdone. It brings so much to light, as you build the “Blade Runner” scenery throughout.
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Never considered the blade runner angle and this is why I always hope to submit on poetry sites. Everyone reads their own perspective. Thank you Mark.
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The original Blade Runner is a fantastic, epic movie. Your write belongs with it, including in value.
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Read More“Greenish yellow. All ghosts wear clothes of this colour.” Frida Kahlo Sunrise over a Christmas market, somewhere, tinsellitis in hollows of a church bell. knells the beauty of the cancer coming. Black-coal morning, flames in the hearth are the same fire which burns haunted houses down. All...
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Outstanding. Few can grasp the rungs you swing from.
This is so dirty Chicago snow -write.
A cramped city, trying to eke out some sort of heat from it.
Poem of the month, if they did that here.
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Read MoreGirl, your silver-tipped prose was going to haemorrhage me word circus turned me to clown In octagon of mirrors in the gallery cafe where lipstick palimpsest on coffee cups colour rouge all the shades of desire, I viewed her nipples from eight different angles through the ‘God?’ emblazoned on her thin t-shirt, reflected to crack’d promises who dared walk on broken ice? China...
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That was never enough? Very descriptive. Makes me wonder what would be enough. Nice piece
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thanks fia
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Read MoreI am not the sunrise but I should be I should be a cascade of wind an unfinished scent the geometry of words starting a fresh poem allowing the lines on my face to tell it all leak the shade of grief I should be an ounce of...
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This is tender. A nice tribute to her. Sorry for your loss.
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Thanks Fia.
This was actually the last ever poem she wrote before the morphine, methadone and chemo took hold of her skull. She was very popular in DU. The truth lies on her death bed and with her children – but as I scribbled in the summary, deluded narratives prevented you all to say a proper goodbye. A huge fucking shame and shameful.
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Lovely sad beautiful poem.
Thanks for posting 🙏
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Thank you. All plaudits to the author, who sadly, was taken way too young.
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Dear R,
For me, in this moment I feel as though in this write, I can hear and feel the pain of loss and missing someone so much every muscle hurts. It’s a beautiful piece of love and doing ones best to keep moving along. H 🌷