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Buddleia

Posted on October 9, 2022 by beckydeans

You bud butterflies in purple haze. Bees speak your name, bud, and to spell you is to know you intimately, to smell you is to be 50ft high, climbing over our garage. You bud, and – bud, I need to … Continue reading →

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Guilty #internationalwomensday #amwriting

Posted on March 8, 2017 by beckydeans

Guilty Feel guilty for Lent Feel guilty for the war Pack your bags, have a tab And get drowned in it all.   Feel guilty for sunrise Feel guilty for cloud You’re a mother, like no other Don’t be quiet, … Continue reading →

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Are you being influenced? #amediting

Posted on April 29, 2016 by beckydeans

I recently opened a box that had been moving between lofts, and found myself a present, a book of poetry written down from 1993 to 1995, a flowery hardback book with fountain-pen entries, signed just in case. Now, at the … Continue reading →

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Legal deposit is forever

Posted on February 19, 2016 by beckydeans

I have the phrase ‘legal deposit is for ever’ on my mind, but then wonder who on earth I think I am for even hoping that my writing will last. As Lorde says, ‘only bad people like to see their … Continue reading →

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Place You

Posted on February 8, 2014 by beckydeans

Here’s a poem that I just wrote. (C) Becky Deans 2014 Place You Let me run my finger tips Down your Roman road Lay my hands on Your ironworks. Feel your daisies prick The back of my head. Celebrate Every … Continue reading →

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The Storyteller

Posted on November 5, 2013 by beckydeans

A piece that came out of a workshop recently. The storytellers hands are lined. Lines upon lines upon lines. So much to read from them. Time encrusted fingers, nicotine stains. He doesn’t smoke. That is from another him. The storyteller … Continue reading →

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Workshopped

Posted on June 28, 2013 by beckydeans

I went on a fantastic Novel Writing Workshop with Emma Pass last Saturday and here are some of the pieces I came up with from the exercises. All writing (c) Becky Deans 2013 This is the door   This is … Continue reading →

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The Road

Posted on April 15, 2012 by beckydeans

(c) Becky Deans 2012. I wrote this a couple of weeks ago! The Road   We the undersigned Shall patiently wait For someone to die on this road.   We may Check your speed in Florescent jackets. But you will … Continue reading →

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