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Joanna Ashwell

Trouble-Spot

This one pitfall, this gaping wound, this blight has followed me like a relentless tick. I swipe, I cleanse, I scream and get up over and over. Another day when the sun rises and then night falls. I’m still here, gripping on to existence. So I deduce my strength will endure.

flood-plain
the tip of a bud
claims an edge

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About the Author

Joanna Ashwell, a writer from the north-east of England, is a member of various societies for haiku and tanka.  Enjoys reading and writing haiku, tanka, haibun, cherita, and other related forms.