Jordan’s Song by Clayton Fenrick

I just want to escape this frightened disposition where I watch my belly grow and my dreams shrink, hair falling out as I think more and more realistically, sinking into adulthood uneasily but repeatedly by letting go of the youthful notion that we are all here for a reason. Muted trumpets sound and the drum

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It started innocently enough.  Everyone stopped calling,  My cubicle was filled with a stranger’s things,  And someone new was tucked in my bed. I didn’t understand. So I melted into the background. I watched as the love of my life moved on,  My mother and father wilted and died. I humoured it.  I tried to

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Pain is a funny language / and when you’re in it it is all you speak / and when you’re not / you forget it was once your native tongue / it’s a language no one wants to be fluent in / but many are / it makes your orbit small / and some feel

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Afterword by Ingrid Love The 30’s – Edinburgh, Scotland My adventures started even before I knew where I lived. According to Mum, as a child, I would tend to wander away from the avenue in which we lived and end up on one of the avenues that ran parallel to ours. In those days, mail

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Jordan’s Song by Clayton Fenrick

I just want to escape this frightened disposition where I watch my belly grow and my dreams shrink, hair falling out as I think more and more realistically, sinking into adulthood uneasily but repeatedly by letting go of the youthful notion that we are all here for a reason. Muted trumpets sound and the drum

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