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…
Poem: Lost Generation
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…
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Book: The Quarter Life Crisis Poet
Whispers of deep hurts, unfulfilled love and miraculously of all hope… What we have here is a Romantic, a Dreamer who got overthrown by the people around her. Whispers of deep hurts overlay the pages. This is a soul trying to climb out of a well of despair. Cursed with unfulfilled love, filled with longing. Nobody to…
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Poem: Artists on the Left bank
I walk alone along the same path as Matisse. Near the river I find a bench and sit reading Colette, lost with Claudine. In my hand is a little gift bag I could not resist earlier buying yet another silk slip dress and robe I am so charmed by the boutiques and tried on many…
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Poem: Həʊˈtel
My Louis Vuitton luggage is rugged as I excitedly get out my precious dresses and jewellery I have been saving my best dresses for this trip These garments have waited years to be worn and are faintly whispering gratitude as they delight in being in the City of Lights Holding them upon my body, I…
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Poem: In the Louvre
You are gazing at my favourite painting, so, I stand back and wait. A girl walks to you. My eyes cast down. Distracting myself I search for a sculpture. When I find it I am tempted to touch the white marble: An embrace by cupid. Secretly, I wish to be kissed the same way. It…
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New Poetry book: Bohemian Love
When you meet the love of your life everything changes. You never see life the same way ever again… Bohemian love is more than peonies on doorsteps and champagne breakfasts. It is an irresistible force that changes you forever. There are tales from Paris where charming artists meet beautiful muses. Bohemians fall in love at…
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April Showers…
Meet Professional Dilettante Avril Walters. She works at the same Publishing house as Olivia…
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Brooklyn Poet & Kooky Vegan Avril Walters
Take a seat and sip matcha tea with Avril Walters…
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Florence’s Dining table
Her parents own a Georgian townhouse that is never inhabited. So much of Flo’s belongings still live there. It’s her home away from home. Tread carefully on those Minton tiles as you enter… You’re greeted by a Marie Antoinette blue that has lost it’s lustre and has resorted to a muted existence. Curiously you see…
