Author: leona allen
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#048: remembering winter
like crisp cardamom pods, frankincense and myrrh/gingerbread men, half-bitten grins, mid mirth/the smiles of human strangers all cinnamon sugar, homemade galore/no mega-mall label, no brand store-bought/thirst quenched by all those end of year crackly fire romances/thirst quenched by all those murky muddy ice-glazed pools we jump, splash and dance in/those melt in the middle mud…
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#046: Dog Ear Poem/Found Poem
Nothing, I was just The image of His penetrating Privilege Imagined And dark.
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#045: all this time/sunday roundup

All this time spent on the what’s And hows How’s about I deposit a why? . Hello World and Happy Sunday! 45% in to my #100repchallenge, I’ve realised I’ve never actually sat down to write a post about why I’m doing this. This challenge is about posting a creation (usually a poem) every day for…