Category Archives: Poetic License

#AnotherBlackBoy

Say his name And try to sit for moment with his parents’ pain Let those feelings swirl around your body and your brain Until it’s almost too much to bear Say his age And sit for just a moment with … Continue reading

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Every Nine Minutes 

It is a musical moment of pure magic, as I stir from my sleep  roused from my dreams by the sounding of the alarm, still snuggled up in a ball of warmth and hopeful contentment. The promise of a new … Continue reading

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I March For You Anyway

You might think a bunch of people marching in pink hats is a silly, useless waste of time. S’all good. I’ll get on the bus anyway. You might think this is all about the party line pendulum, simply swinging back … Continue reading

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Charley & the Chocolate Factory

Sometimes I get a whiff of it, something that takes me back in time. I close my eyes and breathe it in. Sometimes it’s so sublime. But yesterday, I smelled a smell that brought me to my knees. I was … Continue reading

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Sea

My peace, my love, my joy. Soon the sea will take it all And I shall not be sad. Sitting in the boxy hotel balcony on the 7th floor, overlooking the ocean. I watch as the tide creeps in.  Wave … Continue reading

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Every Day is Like Sunday

I really miss my dad. But He’s not dead. He’s just living somewhere else instead. He’s in my eyes ’cause his were just as blue. He’s in my feet because his turned out too. He’s in my laugh especially when … Continue reading

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Black Hole, Sun

A special sort of sadness is flowing through my veins. I’ve felt this feeling surge through me before. It fills me with an emptiness, A heavy hollow pain that travels deep down to my very core. It wraps itself around … Continue reading

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