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18 March 2015

Twelve Inch Special by Anita Parmar

Anita Parmar writes Twelve Inch Special for Female First.
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7 July 2013

The March by Anita Parmar

The throw-out ends and broken halves, from ends of pencils, old school bags: darkness saw the erasers...
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6 July 2013

Being Grateful by Anita Parmar

Yes, you had fit perfectly around the back of my neck holding my waist, coating my legs. I have my...
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5 July 2013

Being Ill by Anita Parmar

The boy at the till understood me just fine Job done, not quite fast enough but that's what happens when...
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4 July 2013

Being Hurt by Anita Parmar

Unrequited insincerity Is the reason I'm unsettled Independent women hunger Co-dependent women marry
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3 July 2013

Heritage by Anita Parmar

of what I used to be and how I'd somehow known it wasn't me, yet still be grateful for the mulch
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2 July 2013

How To Leave and Sharing a Quilt by Anita Parmar

Crispness in your decision caused me to pay attention to your details: the warmth of your shoulder. Your...
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1 July 2013

En Camp by Anita Parmar

A perfect haze reforms a cloud to rest your weakened knees. Untwisted spines from red-book corpses, whitened...
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30 June 2013

School Days by Anita Parmar

At twenty, I dreamt I was looking down at my daughter and cupped her face lovingly in my...
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29 June 2013

Being Afloat by Anita Parmar

A bowl of ice cream or rice can't talk back or push your feelings away. but when the bowl is...
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28 June 2013

Being at the bus stop by Anita Parmar

A third of the way to my stop I notice the same brow again A scarfed lady pushing a wheelchair Her...
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27 June 2013

Just Seeing by Anita Parmar

Lights were muffled by the condensation Flickering through where drops had dripped.
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26 June 2013

Willpower by Anita Parmar

Pneumonia in the throat, it was called, How do I acquire some of that?
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25 June 2013

Being Poetic by Anita Parmar

Savagery run. Hues of his eyes, reds of his palms Holding disgrace.
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24 June 2013

What are you talking about? by Anita Parmar

"Superficial" was my meaning, when the shallow depths were yours?
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4 May 2012

The Stapler by Anita Parmar

The Stapler The curtains drawn, your casing still glinted reflecting bleak light, your metal edge...