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The Truth is no Truth at All.
The Truth Really Hurts It’s not time to ring in the truth because it hurts. I have been scalded by the truth as it works into my gut and leaves the guilt lurking nauseously, clinging to my brain until I am rendered a kindly repentant soul again and say those words so very hard but…
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The Truth Hurts
Curled in a ball she lay frozen in time as the pain searched out every corner of her small body, and her mind shut down as to contemplate all that had happened was too much. An inhuman man stared at the broken child as he zipped his flies after he had ripped the cries out…
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My Winter in Summer
I heard the crunch of tyres on the stony ground still, as it stopped on the grassy verge and outpoured chattering children and gathering grownups. Nearby the yapping of a small dog, running freely amongst the cars disturbing someones quiet moments, and threatening to knock over the frail taking a walk in the afternoon sunshine…
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The Virus and World Domination
A fiercesome thing is lockdown, it growls around us like a roaring wind, that tears the fabric of lives apart and turns the hope of Spring into a winter of depression, and a lesson that sows seeds in a nation that seeks to avoid exhalation of drops of a virus; that violently takes from us…
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A childhood lost.
Their little hands reached out and touched the sensitive screen, no longer ably remembering the last time that they had been on that squishy sofa. or sat on her knee, all warm and snuggled while adults struggled with sleepy eyes, after a hilarious time running and laughing, hugging, catching until the loud chime of the…
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Borders
Arbitrarily drawn, each brace is something else’s place and loss as fences are built and concrete is laid for solutions to stop intrusions, incursions and contusions for those who try. There is a body who believes in their right and might for their own bipartisan brain to build visible walls. ===================================== A golden butterfly gentled…
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Death to the Precious Earthworm
Like a centipede without legs it pushes it’s way through the thick earth, unseeing, opting to avoid stones and wood that silently strew its darkling trail, chewing on Autumnal leaves, debris of long ago. Finding new ways and rising to drink from sweet spring rains, it noses its way through he roots of wonders that…
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There is no just war.
Wearing a dirty face mask she peeped over the top of the rancid rubble, her dark eyes smudged with sleeplessness and the filth of her poverty, The fear in her eyes searched the landscape filling in the gaps where friends and family had lived and now sought another sojourner in war. —– Like a trembling…
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The Graveyard of Climate Change
The earth shifted and a fitful groan echoed through the desertified landscape, A sheet of plastic wrapped itself languidly around a tortured thorny tree, across the sanded earth small creatures slipped between the drifting dunes and on the horizon rose a cloud, hurrying them to huddle beneath the golden ——- grains. Growing it then blotted…
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