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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.

The Broken Ships

Two ships were visible against the wet horizon. He anchorless, she rudderless drifting in a sea of eloquent sadness so vast it seemed colourless.  One ship succumbed to the greyness pouring into her galley, water leaking  through portholes pecked by … Continue reading

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Baggage

About me: I go away on holiday Independently And Emotionally all the shit I carry with me always with me always weighing down so inconveniently Is left behind, like the water bottles they ban on the way to planes.  Firm-voiced … Continue reading

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Palms

I. For a man: I have written your name on the palms of my hands I exult sunwards and you are the first to share in the light. For another man: I have written your name on the palms of … Continue reading

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To Bosnia

To Bosnia   I have a man or rather had, a Mister from furthest Bosnia; Eastern European twang, short and sturdy, massive hands more than capable – he was a blind date. Drinks with Dracula undressing him later stocky hairy … Continue reading

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Miss Independent on the Shores of Lake Michigan

I am walking along the promenade it is 10:19am and already the Chicago sun is burning and signs flash for heatwave. Americans crowd into the yacht club, preferring to sail above the blue than walk by it. I am thinking … Continue reading

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Women Who Write

If you are anything like me you see a lady approach the mic and think these things: One) is this a poem about how hard it is to be a woman? And two)  poetry about sexual assault all starts to … Continue reading

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Anchored Boats

Anchored boats have their arms trussed behind them  like hostages sitting in the blue pool bobbing against rescue. – I feel the same way. My colour is the blue of a dark, pulling sea no longer reflecting the sky.

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