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Someone once told me that they thought I was as beautiful as the moon and her stars. They told me that I was like artwork. They were the...

Outside the sea rages,  A small comfort of normalcy.  I trace the line before it can fade further into oblivion. ​ It spirals across my...

The door in front of me spins. I don't know how many times it will, or when it will stop. But I know that you're behind it. ​ What should...

When I wrote The Quiet, I was fresh out of the Christmas holidays. I'd been lucky enough to spend time with my family, at home. It was a...

The slow dri p of the tap into the pile of washing up, The crackling embers of the still red-hot fireplace, The sticky, melted mess of...

This poem is about enduring in love - and out of it. The speaker explores the emptiness that surrounds us when we feel abandoned. When...