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Next Summer I’ll Wear Shorts

I won’t worry about the age or paleness of my skin, nor the stretch marks and the scars. I’ll wear them bold and colourful, with green and purple stars. I’ll lay in fields of liquid gold, and gaze up at the sky, not a second thought for the bugs and insects crawling...

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Getting Old

All this anti-ageing shit is doing my bloody head in. Getting older is an honour, not a shameful sin. The adverts always telling us to smooth away the lines. To make sure we look gorgeous, and dressed up to the nines. But what is gorgeous anyway, simply a beauty held...

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Cider With Sal

Hillard’s basic orchard juice, clutched tightly in our hands. Proudly paid for with our YTS wages, Club Tropicana playing in stages as we pause our Walkman and talk for ages, of the summer ahead and the fun we have planned. Long summer days of cider with Sal....

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Do You Hear It?

Do you hear it? No, not the noise in your head, with jobs to do, wrongs to right, and pains to heal. I mean the beautiful melody of birdsong on an early spring morning. Their hypnotic tune, calling you to listen, to the here, the now. To sit in the quiet, and the...

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The Simple Pleasures

Walking through the town on a beautiful spring morning. The trickle of the stream flowing slowly alongside me. A bright smile to the person approaching, with an added hello, the world seems completely at peace. The sounds of children giggling in the playground, not a...

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Resist The Pull Of The New Year Resolutions

Resist the pull of the new year’s resolution. That loud voice calling you to 𝐝𝐨. Something more, something bigger, something better. Instead, stay a while here, in the winter. The slow, the quiet, the reflective. Listen for the whispers. All is as it should be right...

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Silent Tears

(First written 8th August 2020) I lay in bed alone at night,and cry my silent tears.For the things I've lost,the mistakes I've madeand the things I can't put right. I wake up in the morningwith the weight of my silent tearsbearing heavy on my heart.I rise from bed and...

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A Griever’s Plea

Will you sit with me in my pain, rather than trying to make me feel better with platitudes? For as long as it takes? As hard and as confusing and desperately uncomfortable it may be for us? Will you watch me sob my gut wrenching, ugly, messy tears, without reaching...

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As Grateful As I Am

As grateful as I am,I don't want just the glimpses, the snippets, the footnotes.I want it all, the whole fucking lot.I want to stare at your face for a lifetime, lose myself in your words, and languish in the depths of your stories.As precious as they are, the moments...

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Down By The River

(First written 17th June, 2018) Down by the river today, I cried and cried and cried. For days gone by,the things we've lost,and days that might not come. The longing,the sadness,the hurt and the grief. I cried and criedfor all of that,down by the river today.

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