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Tag: strangers

Can’t/Won’t Write

Well he asked me what I was passionate about and I said writing, I’m a writer, and he asked me … More

drunk, prose poem, prose poetry, prosetry, secrets, sex, short story, strangers, writing

Elizabeth

she looked like a girl I knew but stranger a creature dental-floss hair ice in her eyes tattoos on her … More

conversation, depression, dialogue, experience, friendship, holiday, life, mental illness, poem, poetry, secrets, strangers, suffering, writing

My New Friend

“Hey, kid, where’s your mama?” “At work,” she says. “What about your dad?” “Gone.” I flinch for a moment, wondering … More

advice, childhood, conversation, danger, dialogue, friendship, girls, learning, life, safety, short prose, strangers, women, writing, youth

Babcia

I’m cryingin the park againbecause I’ve got these crumbsbut the baby blackbirdwon’t take themeven though they’re right hereright herefor youfoodfor … More

depression, dialogue, family, female experience, grief, kids, life, London, mental illness, poem, poetry, relationships, strangers, womanhood, writing

Hack

Dear Little Boy who was sitting in front of me on the 214 bus yesterday who had his arm wrapped … More

advice, childhood, conversation, experience, kids, learning, letter, life, London, poem, poetry, prosetry, self harm, strangers, truth

​Friends in Low Places

A stranger came up to me one night on the South Bank to tell me that she always sleeps with … More

city, crazy, death, humanity, life, London, madness, memories, murder, notebook, strangers, suicide, summer, writing

Southend-On-Sea

We were standing on the old sea wall, one Saturday night in August. I was looking out across the grey … More

friendship, happiness, heartbreak, Hijacked Amygdala, history, life, love, memories, poem, poetry, relationships, strangers, writing

Qing

We were standing in line, shivering. The sky was cigarette smoke-stained, like the ceiling of an old pub, and the … More

conversation, death, dialogue, friendship, grief, life, London, memories, mortality, strangers, writing

The Usual

​”How’s your day going my darling, been up to anything fun?” My day was alright I guess: overslept, accidentally dropped … More

city, depression, diary, grief, journal, life, London, mental health, strangers, Sylvia Plath, writing

Afterlife

TW: death, mortality, suicide, grief. I wrote this today while I was waiting for the pharmacist to sort out my … More

afterlife, cemetery, dead, death, enemies, existentialism, family, friends, future, graveyard, grief, grieving, heaven, hell, life, living, love, love you, miss you, morbid, mortality, mourning, reincarnation, rest in peace, strangers, suicide, thinking, writing
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