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Christmas Poem: The Notebook on the Mantlepiece
Christmas Poem: Inside the cottage… Upon the mantlepiece rests an inherited clock, cloak of dust and ornaments. A pinecone sits alone.
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Book of the Week feature on Brooklyn Poets
Bohemian Love is now selected as Book of the Week on the World Premier Poetry network The Bridge founded by Brooklyn Poets.
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The Bridge – Poem of the Day: Lost Generation – PoetsBridge.org
Lost Generation is selected Poem of the Day 10/02/22 on The Bridge – World Premier Poetry network.
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Book of the Week feature on Brooklyn Poets
The Quarter Life Crisis Poet is now selected as Book of the Week on the World Premier Poetry network The Bridge founded by Brooklyn Poets.
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Poem: Losing my voice
In the quiet and silence I had a voice and used it But nobody listened. it was 2015. Never mind the warnings or revelations. Then I got ‘friends’, an ‘audience’ and I found ‘God’ my voice disappeared it was 2016. five years later in the quiet of depression in the depths of an abyss…
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Online Poetry Night! Ledbury Poetry Festival Community Programme Sharing Showcase
Hop online for a Night of Poetry this Friday 30th April 2021 7pm – 8.30pm. Catherine will be reading two new poems. The event is hosted by Ledbury Poetry Festival as part of their Community Programme. Please Facebook message for link.
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Poem: That Forgotten Enemy
It seeped into my life when I was a little girl Mother made me look in the mirror She forced me Flaw after flaw Made me look at the floor. I could never see any lightness in me It was all dark dark Misery never left me. Love was my cure Or so I thought.…
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Poem: Lost Generation
We are the heir To Blair In academia we make our bet They get into debt. Fortune is linear? Starve, charge and never recharge. Let’s get skinnier. We are living it up Naivety of a pup In the workplace we are like slaves Then at night we rave. Our big break will come. Chase, trace…
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Poem: 2am
I feel it in my chest, the grip of heartache. He won’t let me go. His hold is tough on my love. My heart aches from his unrelenting hold on my heart His hold on my body I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe All the way to the…
