Author: Daniela Amodeo

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Bowing to the season

One finds it hard to believe summer ever existed at all She turned her back on us and off it went in the fields some wind has shaken the trees out of their exhaustion...

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It was never

It was never you — It was never your arms — Or the smell of your hands When driving felt like drifting through a storm. It was never your mouth — When I said...

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Youth

For those times, today long gone and flattened by the weight of time, like contours of the earth seen from a high-flying plane, still had varying depths then, to the eye of memory; the...

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Brighton Pier

All we are left to play with Is some sadness And a few neat addictions To fears Walks And compulsive reads. Then also staring at the open sea Learning how to squeeze Some wisdom...