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    [post_content] => I can tell by the way my mother chews her toast that she is haunted. The faces in the fake Jackson Pollock painting in our living room are haunted. There is a dog that howls outside my room each morning at 3:06; that too is haunted. Empty spaces are haunted; train tracks in winter morning mist, glitching midnight supermarket fluorescence, an empty portrait gallery where everyone is watching you. Waking up with your socks off is haunted. 20th century gravestones displaying the same names as your friends are haunted. Old milk bottles are haunted, and made-in-China bottles for fake diners are uncanny. If you hear seagulls by a lake, that is uncanny. If you hear sex noises in a church, that may be haunted, but most likely uncanny. Growing new hair is uncanny. If you look different every time you catch your reflection, that is uncanny. If you replace a dead pet, that is uncanny and most definitely haunted. 
    [post_title] => Spooky Scary Skeletons
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => This poem is commended in the meme challenge on Young Poets Network (YPN).

The challenge was written and judged by poet Rishi Dastidar, who said of this poem, "I loved the rhythm that powered this, and the motifs that kept coming back in a way that I found uncanny."

See the meme this poem refers to here.
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            [title] => Emily Hana
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            [content] => Emily was commended in the Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award 2016. Emily was also commended in  the meme challenge, written and judged by poet Rishi Dastidar, on Young Poets Network, and the W. S. Graham challenge as part of Graham’s centenary celebrations; she is also a winner in the Winter Poems challenge. She is the third-prize winner in the 2019 August challenge #2 on how-to poetry, written and judged by Foyle Young Poet Fiyinfoluwa Oladipo. She is a winner in the BBC Proms Poetry Competition 2017. 

 
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    [content] => Emily was commended in the Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award 2016. Emily was also commended in  the meme challenge, written and judged by poet Rishi Dastidar, on Young Poets Network, and the W. S. Graham challenge as part of Graham’s centenary celebrations; she is also a winner in the Winter Poems challenge. She is the third-prize winner in the 2019 August challenge #2 on how-to poetry, written and judged by Foyle Young Poet Fiyinfoluwa Oladipo. She is a winner in the BBC Proms Poetry Competition 2017. 

 
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Spooky Scary Skeletons

Emily Hana

I can tell by the way my mother chews her toast that she is haunted. The faces in the fake Jackson Pollock painting in our living room are haunted. There is a dog that howls outside my room each morning at 3:06; that too is haunted. Empty spaces are haunted; train tracks in winter morning mist, glitching midnight supermarket fluorescence, an empty portrait gallery where everyone is watching you. Waking up with your socks off is haunted. 20th century gravestones displaying the same names as your friends are haunted. Old milk bottles are haunted, and made-in-China bottles for fake diners are uncanny. If you hear seagulls by a lake, that is uncanny. If you hear sex noises in a church, that may be haunted, but most likely uncanny. Growing new hair is uncanny. If you look different every time you catch your reflection, that is uncanny. If you replace a dead pet, that is uncanny and most definitely haunted.