Behind The Words

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…woke up this morning wanting to write warmly to you. I had half of a poem written,

When I realised that I had been merely placing words together.

There was no truth behind them.

No feeling being drug up from the depths of my gut.

No passion in that place that exists behind the words.

 

Because such a place surely exists.

 

It is a dark hole that is never-ending.

It is talon fingers

That tickle our brain when eating poetry,

One juicy simile at a time.

The chewing gum sentence that sticks fervently to the side of our…


By Lindsay Brown

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Chevy Brown Takes a Walk

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…my dog, Chevy, is old, I mean he is ancient. Old like that piece of cheese that is shoved deep in the back of the dairy drawer of your fridge sort of old. Wizened and dry. On a typical day, Chevy can be found lazing about in the family's communal sock bin. He sleeps the way he lives, utterly unaffected by his surroundings.

Some mornings, however, I wake up to find my ancient man-dog with a bit of a pep in his step and asking to be taken for a walky.

"Oh, look at you, my furry friend! You're…

By Lindsay Brown

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