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In the darkness you can only see him if he smiles. Teeth hovering in the air, shimmering like pearls. In the daylight he’s your shadow. He wears a hat slanted to one side. Underneath it, his oily hair is slicked back. His suit trousers are high-waisted and his jacket double-breasted. He smokes. He hasn’t changed his clothes or his filthy habit since the day he died.

Neither has he moved house.

…and Astrid thought the house was empty when she moved in.

Astrid is ten years old. She has a gift that she might have preferred to have been without had she known any different. She can see through people, straight into the core of their hearts. Mostly there’s nothing to see, just a greyscale, value 0-255.  At times the core is a roaring fire that can’t be classed as good or bad, it just burns endlessly. The intensity…

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Out of grim life’s ashes arises a poet...

Out of grim life’s ashes arises a poet…

Out of grim life’s ashes arises a poet
With a paper and pen he stages a duet
No longer a shadow of pain and regret
No matter the hurdles he will not fret
He lives to achieve the goals he has set

Shooting across the skies like a comet
He stands a warrior his dreams to be met
A brighter future he fights to beget
The past an echo he chooses to forget
He lives to achieve the goals he has set

He’s a spirit that refuses to be a puppet
As winds of change blow their trumpet
He is not just another crab in life’s bucket
But a unique entity in a special bracket
He lives to achieve the goals he has set

Wisdom his source and major inlet
Poetry his passion and major outlet
Attracting to the masses like a magnet
Inspiring souls to escape life’s woe net
He lives to achieve the goals he has set

By Bernard Owor

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