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Curly Top. For my grandson, who spins sunshine with every curl. He runs through the room like a giggling breeze, With chocolatey fingers and grass on his knees. A whirl of joy with curls untamed, A heart full of mischief that won’t be blamed. His hair’s a halo of bounce and spin, Each twist a tale, each strand a grin. Sunlight dances where his ringlets play, And giggles bloom in his wake all day. He asks a thousand whys and more,Then hides his socks behind the door. He builds big dreams from Lego blocks, Then cuddles close in mismatched socks. His laugh is loud, his hugs are tight, His cheeks are kissed a dozen times a night. He’s chaos, charm, and sticky toes, With love that grows and grows and grows. And when the world feels far too fast, He’s the moment I want to hold and clasp. My curly-top boy, my giggle, my grace. You’ve spun pure magic through this place.
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Fish finger blocking
“The Roast, The Ghost, and the Block” By MissT (who knows her worth and seasons her potatoes) I said, “I’m having a roast today,”He said, “I’ll find something,” — cue the play.So I tossed him a line, just cheek and chips:“Fish fingers, maybe?” — with a saucy twist. Silence fell, then came the shockA grown…
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Two Legends, One Bra – A Tribute
Starring Nobby & Nora Let’s talk about them.Nobby—the slightly wonky one who thinks he’s still 25 and insists on peeking out of every V-neck.And Nora—more grounded, more dramatic, and not above flopping out in protest when I wear the wrong top. Together?Absolute chaos.They’ve never agreed on anything except the fact that bras are a human…
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This Door Doesn’t Swing Anymore” By MissT – daughter, survivor, cycle-breaker
You gave me life, but never love,Just cold hands, sharp words, and the back of a glove.I learned young that safety was something you fake,And mothers can smile while their daughters break. You called it discipline—I called it fear,And I wore your shame like a coat for years.My bruises faded, but not what you said,It…
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coffee and men
I don’t chase, love—I stir.One glance, one grin,and your quiet little world begins to purr. I’m not your morning text,I’m the reason you stay up past midnight.Not your ‘what are we?’I’m your ‘God, I hope she bites.’ Too bold for the bland,too seasoned for games—I drink my coffee strongand leave weaker men in flames. So…
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contract signed
My book of poems is officially being published. I can’t tell you how proud I am. The last few weeks have changed my life. From leaving a six year relationship to getting published. It’s been an emotional and painful rise. The only way is up baby xx
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Being published
Today I had a phone call off Rebecca at Europe books to tell me that they are offering me a book contract. WTF I’m so stoked. I can’t tell you. I asked the universe and the universe gave. Champagne 🍾 🥂 on ice x
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Some Day Soon
Someday… soon… I hope…It will all make sense.The tears. The pain.The long, dark nights.The early hours where my heart ached louder than the silenceAll of it will have been worth it. I will stand.And I won’t be alone.I’ll be standing with silver in my hair,And wisdom in my bones.This time, I won’t be starting from…
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“Step Aside, Sweetheart (While I Shave Me Bits)” By MissT, Goddess of Grit and Gritty Groins
Step aside, sweetheart, while I shave me bits,This jungle’s gone wild—it’s giving me fits.Tried waxing once—nearly lost a thigh,Now it’s me, a mirror, and a battle cry. I’ve got bifocals on and a bathroom light,Stretching like yoga just to get it right.One leg on the sink, the other in fear,It’s a contortionist act I’ve perfected…
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Over the hill
I’m over the hill? Honey, I own the hill,Built a bar at the top and I’m drinking my fill.Fifty and fierce with a devilish grinI’ve seen your type, love, now let’s not pretend. I’ve got mood swings and melons defying all bras,One minute I’m Zen, next I’m flipping your car.Don’t ghost me, sweet cheeks, I’ve…
