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Author: Leigh-Anne Fraser
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still has the price tag on the back neon orange sticker warning me that for a $1.99 broken wounded lines will scatter themselves in black ink visible in the sunlight scrawled over torn pages until the crisp cover is worn down a hundred days of verse upturned by the rage of existence separate me from…
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I wake before the sun again listen to the passing train wind its way into the city through the trees and sleeping streets to greet the downtown blue-violet sky not ready yet to welcome the soft pale pink tendrils of morning into its grasp pull the blankets around me against the chill a few moments…
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I threw down the dusty bag untied the cord and pulled the fabric wide golden face of the sun, white orchids and blue morphos greeted me, a whisper of what remains unsaid old photographs, half-finished stories, unsent letters fill the darker folded corners and I, I am left still looking to see if I have…
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It seems like a lifetime ago now, but it has only been ten years since my last birthday project when I wrote forty stories before I turned forty. To honour my fiftieth birthday next month, I decided I would put a gallery together of fifty pieces of art that I created before I turned the…
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I did not ask After the sun had left For anything Not in the darkness Or the darkest part of the night As the rain fell outside And sirens wailed Somewhere in the streets I did not ask one word In the stillness Within the walls of Concrete and plaster But I lay within listening…
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writing poetry in the waiting room worn seats in lines bland taupe comfortless oblivious to the pain and discomfort of others I wait for my child’s return alone in a quiet corner somewhere a doctor watches over them does what I cannot do heal, find answers or more questions all I can do is wait …
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Day 30 you will always be safe with me to unload your heart on a sea of tears or to rage in the last few hours of the day to laugh through the veil to question and share moments of doubt of fear of uncertainty of relief of joy of quiet stillness you will always…
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Day 29 I lost three days like pennies falling out of my pocket I have no idea where they have gone If I wore proper glasses I could look in the folds for them under the cushions in the corners turn the living room upside down but they are gone leaving my heart heavy and…
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Day 28 spring drips cherry blossoms through branches kissed by morning in the light I’m free ~ #napowrimo2019 #poetry
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Day 27 waves move to the shore find me in tiny pieces like sand in the wind #napowrimo2019 #poetry
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Day 26 fragile like dried clay crushed against itself for years I breathe through until daylight shines like I do ~ #napowrimo2019 #poetry
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Day 25 heavy rain and bird song another spring morning outside the window another day waiting to unfold from the quiet pause breathing I try to keep thoughts from intruding from creating ripples even for just a moment before I leave through the front door ~ #napowrimo2019 #poetry
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