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Frost clung to the ground the night I turned myself inside out

I’m hosting an Autumn Poetry Competition and I’d love to read your entries!

If I could have sworn by that inconsistent moon,
then last night I would have frittered my fortune away.

I dreamed of your face last night.

If everything is a choice
Then we are utterly free.

The whole world is cast in perfect pink…

Can writing change the world?

If you had to write a haiku for your week what would it be?

Only the stories of old have stitched themselves onto the sky…

If you had to write a haiku for your week what would it be?