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#12 it is the ache of a wasted tuesday. you dont care the date but it reverbs into the corners of your life, one more thing that you forgot to ...

#11 Edit of An '07 Poam when life is good it repeats itself. so in summer you ask the question; what can I do about the things I do? here ...

Just an update that the Editing your Babes workshop is TODAY in an hour and a half. I apologise, I put the wrong date up! D:

Holyrocks, some of your poems are so aching I'm in love with them, #8 is excruciating in its universality. To feel this way about siblings is almost expected, it is ...

Your poems are always so concrete, they have this delicious way of being centred and strong and I'm hella into them. Spectrum really spoke to me, to be honest. I ...

10 Can you tell the future? Be as I am, unravel yourself to find the ends and then murder them. If you do not know the beginning you cannot know ...

09 How the Story Goes Selkies unwrap themselves on the furthermost shore with tentative slices from collarbone to toes, this is not the first time but every time is the ...

08 My life is the stone floor falling stars smash against, were fireworks to ignite their fire would dim in my shade. I cultivated this on the eve of some ...

07 The walls cry sometimes, I hear the echo in my inner ear, sharp and lingering in the tiny bones of my cochlear, breaking and smashing these lines and -- ...

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I am frustratingly behind now. 06 Archaeologists have finally taken me apart, my cavities as useful as burnt grain. They will bury me quietly, the rough hewn stone will jut ...

05 Among the tried and true are tears that leave rends in your second best pair of stockings, no nail polish can fix that now. And his mouth was wide, ...

Napo is a little like NaNo in that no one expects you to edit! There will be a workshop next week about editing your poetry if you want to join. ...

04 I struggle to hold on to clawed reasoning If god had made me more than I am, would the sum of my parts still be worth less than my ...

Mkays 01 The fine lines that colour my skin have long since sunk in and I am a partial print of another time repeating against itself every moment I move. ...