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Jenny has a history in journalism and English teaching, and now resides in the Lake District near Loweswater concentrating on poetry.
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| I like doing things with men but its women I want to be with. Driving, he maps out every short cut while she observes white swans preening in a lay by. On the fells you bet its best to know where north is, how to scale a ridge, what to crush with a downstrike of your heel. But sit and watch a leaf slough a raindrop, admire a cars sleekness but not its size, let a child slip unprotesting between the sheets, shy for a coconut youll never win, eat anything raw but bake for ever on a silver beach&.. its women every time. The BreakWe'd sit at the window, We'd sit at the window,she sucking like the tide as I chip off toffee shards with the little hammer. She boiled up sugar and cream once to make her own but it never set so it went out for the birds. It must have melted away slowly, indefatigably, bit by bit, like her. Last night thieves slid in at the window, found her ruby ring gleaming in the secret drawer everyone knew about. Now it's raining as I sit alone watching leaves unfurl seven shades of green and the magnolia relights its candles. I get up and fetch her hammer. Finding only cooking chocolate I tap off a chunk the colour and smell of earth. Back in my chair the bitter taste soon melts. |
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