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JEZ POYNER: Twenty-minute ticket to thirty years hence

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Unnoticed, I behold your future self from across the bistro.

Interactions are forbidden, but just to see you – all grown up – is grace immeasurable. Goodness, you’re the image of your mother.

I inform her, back in the present. She weeps by my hospice bed, rocking you gently in her arms.

Jez Poyner lives in Manchester, UK. He writes on his phone at night, whilst his wife sleeps beside him. His daughter also looks more like her mother than her father.

JEZ POYNER: Twelve Weeks

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We’re leaving our child in California.

It’s a relief boarding our return flight,
Backs turned from the hotel room,
the hospital ward,
this ruin of a holiday.

Yet as the skyline tilts and expands beyond our window, our hearts ache.

Goodbye, little one.
If only we could have said hello.

Jez Poyner lives in Manchester, UK. He writes on his phone at night, whilst his wife sleeps beside him.