and paint jars with lids
then she left for a second
to answer the door
the children themselves were fairly prismatic
graphic verse for grown-ups
bi-product poems of living.
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Writing and drawing her way out of dyslexia...
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” ―Edgar Allan Poe
Northern Irish Poet based in Belfast - Focused mainly on Romantic Poetry.
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Non-factional opinion, fiction, poetry and occasional humour
a burn of the slowest kind
Everything and nothing in one place.
Every "fairytale" love story begins with a curse
The before, during and after stories, poems and photos of a homeless child.
Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
I write because I can. I can because I want to. I want to because you said I couldn't.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why. -Kurt Vonnegut
Freedom to Break the Silence
The path to me: past, present, future and imaginary.
Fiction from Photos
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