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sometimes London

the day slipping by
like the underground train
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the day slipping by
like the underground train
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Author katePosted on April 29, 2024November 20, 2024Categories poetryTags bodies, London

To be a balloon

Been looking for a safe harbour
for a lighthouse
and for an escape
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Been looking for a safe harbour
for a lighthouse
and for an escape
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Author katePosted on March 7, 2024May 13, 2024Categories poetry

Surviving

never was any good
at reckless abandon
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never was any good
at reckless abandon
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Author katePosted on March 5, 2024August 21, 2024Categories poetryTags bodies, life goes on

Period Sleep

I only ever sleep deeply
when I’m on my period
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I only ever sleep deeply
when I’m on my period
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Author katePosted on February 29, 2024August 21, 2024Categories poetryTags bodies

After the car accident

After the car accident
we got a dog
decided life was too short

After the car accident
we got a dog
decided life was too short

Author katePosted on February 22, 2024August 21, 2024Categories poetryTags life goes on

Saturday Night Yoghurt

At home alone on a Saturday night
Eating yoghurt made for children
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At home alone on a Saturday night
Eating yoghurt made for children
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Author katePosted on February 16, 2024August 21, 2024Categories poetryTags self doubt

Oil Spill

Your death was an oil spill
In the sea of my late twenties

Your death was an oil spill
In the sea of my late twenties

Author katePosted on December 1, 2023August 21, 2024Categories poetryTags grief

Myself Tuesday Gone

It may be days ago now,
But I can still feel it –
For a few exquisite hours
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It may be days ago now,
But I can still feel it –
For a few exquisite hours
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Author katePosted on April 29, 2023August 21, 2024Categories poetryTags everyday, moon

Time, Threat, Feeling

I’ve been unfeeling, or feeling too much, feeling what I don’t want to feel; feeling something slipping
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I’ve been unfeeling, or feeling too much, feeling what I don’t want to feel; feeling something slipping
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Author katePosted on April 5, 2023May 13, 2024Categories poetry, writingTags hunger, memory, nature

both

I am and I am not
and he is and he isn’t
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I am and I am not
and he is and he isn’t
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Author katePosted on January 30, 2023August 21, 2024Categories poetryTags grief

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