May 2025

April 2025

the actress
on identity disturbance
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Lydia Grace
The cusp of dream and decay
Lay in bed all morning in some delusional continuum — the corridor between existing and not — limbs draped over the corners of my bed in a Death of…
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Lydia Grace
i can’t decide if i miss you or the room is just empty
on hiding behind 'the perfect partner' to escape oneself.
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Lydia Grace
The Doll in the Shoebox, Part 2
The second part to my story 'The Doll in the Shoebox', part of a collection of short stories called ‘Objects of Use’.
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In my dreams I can stand on tiptoe
In my dreams I can standon tiptoe with ease, I can run &skip & twirl & climb; I live more in mydreams than when I am awake.In my dreams I fancy myselfa…
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Lydia Grace
The nettle & the dock leaf
Isn’t it interesting:dock leaves alwaysgrow next to nettles.Like beautiful peoplesoured by ugly hearts.Or the beckoning callfor spring,after a barren…
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Lydia Grace

March 2025

Ten minutes
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago when in a particularly dark place. I tried to depict what it is like to feel as though you are underwater; the…
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Lydia Grace
shrink myself.
at 14 i decided to shrink myself,after all –i had always been told that i was too smarttoo bossy or too perfect.my identity was being the grown-up…
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Lydia Grace
The one about the sunflowers
From a series of poems exploring childhood.
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Lydia Grace
Moon-time dance
From a series of poems exploring abusive relationships.
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Lydia Grace
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