Rip

January 12, 2020 at 12:13 pm (Poems) (, )

Looking without sight

Milk bottles taped to tired eyes
World view contorted.

Ripping them aside
Reveals broken detritus
Unstable footholds.


© Julia Dean-Richards

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Nope

January 9, 2020 at 9:12 pm (Poems) (, , , )

No hiccups are heard

alcohol prohibited:

Dry January ✔

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Porridge

January 8, 2020 at 8:27 am (Poems) (, , )

Whilst on a diet

I smell porridge in the air:

But do not eat it.

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