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Lorna Dowell

Lorna with short gray hair, she is wearing glasses.

Ups and Downs

In Conversation: Lorna Dowell talks about her first teachers at school, setting up Poetic Licence, and how creative expression is key to general well-being and mental health
Elephants

Elephants

by Lorna Dowell — at heart we’re all elephants / compelled to cluster over the bones / of our lost kind    we’re all kin / when it comes to grieving / though some choose to forget / how we fall silent / when crying

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