death
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When we take care of them, they take care of us.
As I walked home from town the other day, I noticed the sad sight of this butterfly on the pavement in front of me. Nearly dead. Prematurely dead on concrete that wasn’t its destiny. I walked past at first, my… Continue reading
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The poem I had to write first.
This is the poem I had to write first a few weeks ago, it was the one that had to unclog the bottle. (TW; Suicide ) Mr Hecker, You were wrong. I once wrote a poem in which I died… Continue reading
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Feeling (truly) safe now.
Three days ago my mum died. Yeah, thats quite a start to a blog isnt it. I mean I could have warned you, or said something reflective, or a nice quote. But no. Three days ago my mum died. And… Continue reading
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The Truth will make you Free (but….
it may piss you off first) On a walk back from town this week, in the bookshelf of Darlington’s new LGBT Bookstore I saw this book. I seriously laughed out loud. The Evangelical Christian I used to be would have… Continue reading
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Deckchairs.
No not these ones. You know the ones I mean. Not the beach ones, the ones that get filled with sand, or get fought over by those who’ve paid the tourist tax to hire then on a British cloudy (but… Continue reading
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Different Growth.
The hacking was brutal By darkness of night, they acted alone To fell To cut To wound Cutting deep Cutting through Exposing the raw, pure flesh of the core A spectacle A ridicule A supposed triumph At your expense And… Continue reading
James Ballantyne 