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Found Play cook peas Freezing taste near prayer. Brothers Conversation say Danger. Too late Tower block swallow Field mission, brave walking. Poor crawling always Found Cloud This will not run out This strange dark Highly present here. This poem was inspired by an exercise at #WordsFirst with BBC1Xtra at Contact MCR Advertisements Continue reading NoPoWriMo #2: Found Poem
(…) In the back bedroom is a box China cracked and glued back together, Where my milk teeth sour. I held them in small hands, quickly too big and replaced the weight of them with Fairytales. I’d never tell you Just pull on loose teeth And find magic in the copper of blood The barbed … Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Extract from ‘Small Hands’
I’m very privileged to have people who notice.It reminds me to keep posting, to keep writing and keep pressing onwards. Creativity like any other beast of existing comes in waves. There are times where I am boiling over with productivity, quick firing emails to anyone how will listen, touring open mics and generally making a … Continue reading Where the Words Went
Do you know how to fall in love with the soul of her? Continue reading Her Eyes…
I have recently discovered a lot of old writing from High School, I’m actually a bit impressed with 12 year old me. The first ‘real’ poem I wrote, from 2004 It It walked through the door, It walked on the grass. It looked to the … Continue reading It
I have some wonderfully talented friends. There is a sweet feeling in watching someone accomplish and succeed. Particularly when you have spent the last few years slogging it out with them and following them every step of the way. One of my brilliant friends (be jealous, it’s okay) runs a hilarious blog and on this blog … Continue reading Review: Jump by Paula Kelly-ince
A collection for anyone Local. I don’t mean local to Coleshill but local in the sense of community, of knowing potholes, of knowing Terry as a man and then as a ghost of himself walking down the main road home. Local. This is a collection of rhythm, of human rhythm falling into place … Continue reading Review: Coleshill by Fiona Sampson
