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It is day two of our social media take over #CityoflitWriterinResidence
Over the length of the snap lockdown our Instagram and Twitter will be taken over each day by a different writer each delivering a uniques day content and connection for your delight and distraction.

There will be no " You've got this Melbourne", Spoonville retrospectives and reflections on North Face Jackets here! Just creation and commentary and some conversation!

@gracialouise

Yesterday we had @TheMess19delightignus onTwitter and @gracialouise enchanting us on the Instagram

and today....

I will now share some Notes on a cat essay I have been working on as most things it’s not just about mister bread (sorry everyone) #CityoflitWriterinResidence

My Father walks into the kitchen and does not take his gumboots off as he has no time. He goes to the sink and gets a glass of water. ‘’Tigger’s dead.’ He says in between gulps of water. #CityoflitWriterinResidence

We Laugh because this is a joke my Dad is playing on us. Tigger will never die, she is tough and beloved. It is not a joke. Dad explains that he found her body in a bucket of milk that was for the calves to drink.
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This will be my last letter to you written from London in this room. I will be in Manchester or more accurately Greater Manchester within the week.

gremlinface82.wordpress.com/2020/01/13/how…

This is the last letter I have edited and shared on my blog. There are more! But I hope this is enough for now :)

“I decide to look into being an Au Pair. I could do that anywhere in the UK maybe even leave London and go back to Manchester. “
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I feel hopeful. I look into the way families chose someone to live with them and look after their children. Its fairly straight forward.

It’s Friday night and I feel like it’s a good thing I’m not 26 anymore :)

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gremlinface82.wordpress.com/2019/11/29/how…

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When pleading for things from the cosmos. It was discovered by Jess, that it is incredibly important to be specific. She had asked for ‘’someone’’ and that was given. She should have been grateful and jubilant as..

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she sat in the beautiful and intimate Lexi Cinema on Harrow rd. It was only a short walk in the snow from Haycroft Gardens. The ceiling above her head was a series of tiny fairy lights that slowly changed colour from green to blue to purple.

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Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! By @TheMess19 as is practically everything on this account today :) this poem is called OH! My Stars!

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Poetry ! Poetry! Poetry!
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Poetry ! Poetry !

Part 1
You grabbed my hand
we left the wedding
Holding and squeezing tight
As we walked
Stood at an intersection
I cried into your shirt.
You reminded me
That I am
They are not.

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Another letter from my hopeful book in progress entitled How To Build A Skeleton Heart.
Don’t get home hair cuts while fidgety drunk in Kensel Green.
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gremlinface82.wordpress.com/2019/11/10/how…

“When JP asks me whats wrong as we walk to the train station, I tell her its the usual problem.
‘You just need to get laid.’ She says. Maybe she is right. “
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You know, you are much prettier without your glasses.’ JP comments as she presses a tissue to my bleeding eye lid. My heart sank as it always did when someone says that. I had expected it from stupid guys at pubs but not from JP. ‘I need them to see.’
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My sister is pregnant! I live overseas and get secretly angry at the news I’m going to be an aunt. Find out why!

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gremlinface82.wordpress.com/2019/11/04/how…

My sister calls me at 3pm. I mean its 3pm in London where I am. I didnt think she would know that until she asks me why I’m not at work teaching in a school. I tell her that I did a half day today. It’s a lie. I did not do a half day at a school.
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I was determined to not tell her anything about my work or lack there of. It would get back to my parents and they would worry. They certainly do not have the money to get this transatlantic daughter out of sticky #CityoflitWriterinResidence

A letter to remind him he is not forgotten. To remind him that though far away she still deems him worthy of her time and effort. Time that exceeds the growing or fully grown social networking nightmare.
Your emo girlfriend
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The time taken to write a letter holds far more romance than a breezy cold and public greeting. Though in truth it never fails to fill her body with hot blooded happiness at the sight of his name telling her he has sent a message.
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Always her face breaks into a smile. Whether or not he deserves these letters is not the issue. It never is. Would she have been compelled to write to him had he declared his undying love and begged her not to go? It was because of this ...
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It is halloween night. I love Halloween in London. It’s crisp and cool..
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This Halloween love letter is pretty spooooooky 👻🖤

gremlinface82.wordpress.com/2019/10/31/how…

It is halloween night. My first Halloween ever experienced or celebrated. Im very pleased that my birth fell in the same week as All Hallows Eve. I didnt trick or treat as a child would. Halloween night is when the grown ups take over, dress up &drink.#CityoflitWriterinResidence

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Original poetry by @TheMess19
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#CityoflitWriterinResidence original poetry by @TheMess19

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Poetry by @TheMess19 #CityoflitWriterinResidence

In my dream last night we were back at gatehouse drive. You were lying on my couch in your usual attire. I was in my pyjama bottoms, a t shirt and a button up hooded top. You were smiling at me as I came over and lay on top of you...
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moulding my body to yours. I wrapped my arms around your neck and you wrapped your arms around me tight. We lay just like that without any raunchiness or animalistic ravishing.
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I felt so contented and my housemates wandered around the house. They passed us on the way out the back to get stoned in the pit of despair. M and K was walking around making noises and talking in funny voices.

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If there were photos
from all the way
back then
they would show
us drunk
and in a muddle.
Or
my head turned
in your direction
waiting for a sign
you felt the same.
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Did you hear the rumours?
I tell you it doesn’t matter
one of us always chasing
the attention of the other.
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I sleep with a photo of you
under my pillow
while home for summer
still not enough of my sleep
involves dreaming.
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It is day one of our social media take over #CityoflitWriterinResidence

Over the next 7 days our Twitter & Instagram will be taken over each day by a different writer, each delivering a uniques day content and connection for your delight and distraction.
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There will be no " You've got this Melbourne!", commentary about 5 km radius and reflections on the COVID Normal here! Just creation, commentary and some conversation!

@TheMess19

Today on Twitter we have @TheMess19

We love Jess and were honoured to have Jess as part of our 10th anniversary Parliament of the City of Literature

They'll be here shortly but in the mean time listen to this killer speech!

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