Lorely Forrester

Poem: September is Here

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September is Here and I want to feel the tingle of autumn over the horizon. The palette of skies, laying themselves nightly before my eyes like Turkish carpets in the souks of Istanbul. I want to anticipate the nuanced change of the leaves, delicate as if the maestro himself draws them into the rising crescendo … Read more

Poem: ‘If I Could Only’

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If I Could Only I dream of roses blooming in the sky, of boys with guns, of body parts slung over broken toys in some unholy rite. And through mind-searing noise, I hear the  wail of mothers keening for their young. I dream of hell. But when dawn breaks, I wake to find that, silently, … Read more