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BIRDS AND BARDS

Are we who we purport to be Are we more than our liberty Are we reflections of memories Are we...
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BIRDS AND BARDS

AGE IS JUST A NUMBER

Sixteen the reckoning Seventeen the glory Eighteen the future An unknowable thing Nineteen the freedom Twenty the curious Twenty one...
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AGE IS JUST A NUMBER

JOY: THE EPILOGUE

A week without you. It feels like years; but I can still smell you on my skin.      ...
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JOY: THE EPILOGUE

THE CLIMB

Sometimes I just want all this to be over. and then sometimes I never do. It’s all there for a...
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THE CLIMB

I DO MYSELF HARM

I do myself harm like it’s the only way to live like a vaccination of ills too complex to treat...
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I DO MYSELF HARM

HOW TO SUCCUMB TO OCD

Lose yourself in the belly of the beast; forget who you are without it. ​Vickye Fisher © February 2018. All...
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HOW TO SUCCUMB TO OCD

SURVIVAL IS THE GREATEST REBELLION

I stand; and I defy.            Hear my                ...
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SURVIVAL IS THE GREATEST REBELLION

THE PIXIES ARE AT IT AGAIN

My brain’s full of scribbles and it could be worse than drivel but the devil and the weasels have me...
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THE PIXIES ARE AT IT AGAIN

EAGER SUNFLOWER

Please keep the porch light on; I’ll be rolling round again with my toes sunk in worn canvas and my...
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EAGER SUNFLOWER

BUILT TO STAY

Maybe - after all this time all these tears and all these rhymes she was right all along. You know...
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BUILT TO STAY