Category: Lexia Tomlinson

The table seesaws on unstable legs, Unhinged somewhere inside you can’t see.Your initial feeling is to fix what is broken. The table wonders how a

Mine of creativity is running on empty So you chisel the synapses of your memory try to find a diamond you can polish into poetry

The ghost of your mothers kiss on your forehead. A rucksack:  Your birth certificate, passport,  Those sandals you just had to get in the sale:

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Black, sweet and a former luxury, sip me on a sunny day There’s nothing the people in the South don’t love about me. Black, sweat

The day the dinosaurs died could have been like any other Mother: June afternoon, 16.2 degrees Celsius, hot and humid, The kind of day that

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My smile twitches like a fish being scaled alive. Gasping for life Gills Glued up by oxygen, Licked clean of silver skins by Men wielding

His breathing sounds like the tide Breading the shores on loop: Relentless and reassuring in its consistency, It gives me the same calm as a

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