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#060: Cat-mates, circa 2017

My house cats They go rat a tat tat Either sleeping on the sofa Or fighting with the doormat . Bringing rowdy friends home From they streets they did roam “More food” they roar “more food” Cat-whispering their groans . They stay up for Project Runway Side-eye slide out when it’s Scandal One measley box…
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Sunday Round-Up 04/07/2021

–SUNDAY ROUND UP– A few things I’ve found useful/inspiring this week of the #100repchallenge: Courses I continued experimenting with New Ways With Short Form Poetry course. This week my explorations led me to the one word poem #056: Found in mottled bricks and subreddits, in your own breath and family relics and a poem inspired by…
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#059: 4th July
we glided across those globe-wide american roads from JFK to Londium accent switch with brand new idioms from Cinnamon Toast Crunch to Weetabix from salt-butter popcorn to cinema sweet fix unlunchable rice puddin citrine custard with the skin in boxy cars and grey linen rounders games and “beef” brimmin culture shock, new g-shock watch Atomic…
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#058: 11:59pm
there’s a blank sheet waiting on the desk once fresh veg spoiling in the fridge a mind manufacturing the great and grotesque a troll waiting underneath a bridge
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#057: Sulking Room Pink
with all the angst of an autumn’s eve with skin as sensitive as those changing trees with wistful walls of a well known room with as much function as a well-loved broom with all the queries her heart could contain these walls held witness without shame or blame.