Monthly Archives: May 2016

Seashell and Driftwood

He was a content old man Face lined like driftwood Whiskers and woolen Smelling of tobacco, tea, and whisky A quiet home, a steady fire A habit of reading and walking His company was kept Over pints at the pub … Continue reading

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These words used to be innocent Sweet and kind even They existed in a neutral space Unless I needed them for something And I could imbue them with my own meaning. How dare you corrupt them And leave them in … Continue reading

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I learned the word at summer camp “Who do you have a crush on?” “She totally has a crush on him!” Exciting, tasty and adult This new emotional word Swirled around my tongue And crunched between my teeth. It used to be … Continue reading

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