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in the morning you will wake covered in flowers to a day both bright and beautiful
in the morning the light will sear your eyelids like the floodlights in the hospital where you were born
in the morning it will be as if you have a new layer of skin, as white and fresh as the sheets on your bed
in the morning your spine will not ache, your neck will not cramp, and the inside of your mouth will taste like the crisp, cold air of autumn
in the morning there will be a glass of ice cold water waiting for you, flavoured with the dew that glistens on the grass stems
in the morning a breeze will caress your face and kiss your mouth as the leaves on the trees rustle hello
in the morning the air will enfold you in warm arms and carry you out into the day
in the morning the soft sprigs of new grass will be there to cushion your steps
in the morning your heart will be light and you will make every move as if you are dancing
in the morning you will see the sea and the sky and the house where you grew up
in the morning you will hug your parents, wave hello to your friends and kiss your girlfriend’s soft mouth
in the morning stress and hurt and sadness will no longer exist
and in the morning, everyone you’ve ever loved will be clustered around you, waiting for you to wake
in the morning the light will sear your eyelids like the floodlights in the hospital where you were born
in the morning it will be as if you have a new layer of skin, as white and fresh as the sheets on your bed
in the morning your spine will not ache, your neck will not cramp, and the inside of your mouth will taste like the crisp, cold air of autumn
in the morning there will be a glass of ice cold water waiting for you, flavoured with the dew that glistens on the grass stems
in the morning a breeze will caress your face and kiss your mouth as the leaves on the trees rustle hello
in the morning the air will enfold you in warm arms and carry you out into the day
in the morning the soft sprigs of new grass will be there to cushion your steps
in the morning your heart will be light and you will make every move as if you are dancing
in the morning you will see the sea and the sky and the house where you grew up
in the morning you will hug your parents, wave hello to your friends and kiss your girlfriend’s soft mouth
in the morning stress and hurt and sadness will no longer exist
and in the morning, everyone you’ve ever loved will be clustered around you, waiting for you to wake
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a long awaited return.
It was raining when we landed.
A shock
to our sun-drenched systems,
stumbling with snatched-
away sleep.
Another bus, another train
whirring upon endless tracks.
We run, we flee through foreign streets
disdainful eyes stare on,
watching fugitive
outsiders -
desperate for a taste
of home.
Literature
Fire and Water
It was raining in Lancaster on September 3rd 1555, and Jane Ask loved the earthy smell that it coaxed out of the soil.
She wiped away the sheen of rainwater from her forehead with the back of her hand and set her small basket of nettles down by the front door. Later she would dry out the leaves and reduce them to a powder; the substance worked wonders on small wounds which refused to stop bleeding.
Jane had always been something of an herbalist. Growing up with only a father, and two older brothers from his first marriage, she had spent the majority of her childhood outdoors. Now practically a spinster at the age of twenty-two, she knew the
Literature
I Mean to Get You Alone
You have sharp
pulse-elevating teeth
the stuff I imagine heart attacks
are made of
I'm bent on selling you a handful of smiles
specifically crafted
to distract you from the fact that
I have almost nothing to say
and now you're steering this conversation
in a direction that suggests you've
forgotten that I
don't watch movies or do much of
anything but work which maybe
explains why one glass of wine gets me
wrapped around you
car to streetlight
crash style
mangled limbs
breeding curious onlookers and my insurance has
expired
you're leaning in and all I can think is
I don't have insurance
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This is such a beautiful eulogy. Poor kid