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Love from,
'You're in all the details, taking up the small spaces/You're filling in the gaps between words in this poem.'
Tesco
'something in the bagging area/I looked down, and it was me, crouched there'
hands/face/space
"how we feel now must be the way that stars feel all their lives"
Requiem for a marriage
'I wanted you, all the more because I knew / Someone else was getting you. / What does that mean now?'
Growin’ up with Emily
'three girls sat dangling out the doors of a car, sea salt and suncream'
‘Ah, bitter chill it was!’: John Keats, the winter Romantic
If these next months feel dreary and dark, as they undoubtedly will, do seek solace in the strange, mysterious world of Romantics.
Mother
"I waltzed in her arms down the high street"
Rules to Live By in Your New Home
"No 1. Label your collar to avoid feeling ornamental."
Wings and Words: why you should read Grief Is The Thing With Feathers
Recalling the first time I read Grief, on a thankfully empty train, I’m very glad no one was present to witness what must have been a harrowing and confusing parade of expressions as I progressed. It’s a few hours I will never regret.
Four Panels and a Pen
"Find us together: tiptoeing across the fanning pages of a calendar."
A Story That Begins With Rain
"Under the bent thumb streetlight, umbrella domes burst forth, splashing rich nightfall onto their neighbours."
On First Looking into Rupi Kaur’s ‘Home Body’
'bricolage applause as spoken word verses raining down like stardust'
Memory/Dream
'snippets of shared secrets, tied to a half forgotten memory'
Instead Of
"I won't have to close my eyes to remember your smile."
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