Angela Stubbs
I Sat Down and Cried at The Pigalle Metro Stop
From a street nearby, I wrote you letters. For months they were kept in a box near the door, stacked up and waiting. I wish I knew where...
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A Poet's Journey
New beginnings should always involve an element of the unattainable as inspiration.
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Angela Stubbs
The Impracticability Of Silence
A bird doesn't say you know that and I never told you. You must know by now. I have tried quiet smiles. I wish I told you but. You know...
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