Author: Makewana

THE BEAUTIFUL MAN

He used to be her man. She dusts her house again. It doesn’t really need dusting, not after the thorough cleaning she has given it, but you never know. There might be dust lurking somewhere. He used to carry her with such ease,...

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LOVING THE RAIN

I love To love the rain Spattering on my roof As I’m sheltered in layers And layers Of blankets I love to love the rain. And yet…. He sits outside, Clothed in threads That were once a jersey, So many rains ago. He sits, guarding...

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