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You, my imagined reader
Today’s offering is not a poem. It is perhaps a short story of sorts. I wrote it as I was putting my book together about 2 years ago. Writing is… Read more
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Riding the pandemic waves
This poem was inspired by my return to the office this week, the first time in three months I had to use my swipe card, sit at my desk, say… Read more
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I really don’t want BDE
Today’s poem is about the weird way that society has managed to gender ‘boss energy’ and charisma…aka Big Dick Energy. It is totally ridiculous and redundant…but reflects how easily the… Read more
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Friday commute
This poem was written BC (before covid) when I was commuting every day for work on crowded trains and buses. This one was written in the 10 minutes it took… Read more
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Middle-aged angst
From my experience so far, middle-aged angst is exactly like teenage angst except it comes with more mortgage, better wine and fewer eyebrows (google it, it’s a menopause thing)…the existential… Read more
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From words to action
Today’s poem is dragged from the deep recesses of the archive. It was written on a scrap of paper one evening as I was coming home from work on a… Read more
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Moments of mist
Today’s poems feature a natural phenomena that I find endlessly fascinating…mist. Forest mist is particularly evocative, I love it the water droplets hang like moments held in suspended animation. Drawing… Read more
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For ANZAC Day
In the spirit of honesty, I wrote this poem on Remembrance Day, 11 November 2018. World War One: that great war, the war to end all wars. The Second World… Read more
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Unattended life administration
This poem is about the secret inner lives of the people we know well. Those hidden aspects that, because of shame, loneliness, fear or anger, people keep to themselves their… Read more
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What could have been
A short poem about the way that tears can form and what drives them, and the fact that sometimes a person may not be crying but stuff is still happening… Read more
Angele Toomey Poetry 