This poem

...a poem that won't tell you what it's about.

Photo by Steve Johnson

I have written this poem before –
burnt it, deleted it, crossed it out,
torn it up and put it into four different bins so you wouldn’t read it –
or maybe so I wouldn’t realise
what is written between its lines
that I am trying so hard to hide
that this is its final form.

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The tideline

I tried and tried and tried to write a poem about a thing that happened and how I felt about it, but I couldn’t quite find the words, so this is where I ended up – and one draft really did end up in four different bins! My free subscribers get a poem in their inbox every Friday (plus the podcast on the Wednesdays that it happens). Paid subscribers get both of those things plus actual printed poetry zines in the post once a month.

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