Poems

Dust

This is all going to be over And then we can breathe. Do you feel we are falling forward? Don’t lean back. You will smash like china on stone. I am become white and blue and hairlines of glue So must you pour the blood back into me? Better to wrap me in paper, and… Continue reading Dust

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There are few things more terrifying than poetry

Obviously, yes, there’s dying and spiders and being forever alone. But also poetry. Reading it, writing it, showing it to other people… argh. I blame Sylvia Plath, who sits comfortably at the top of my list of ‘things I wish I’d written’. (Other favourites include most Florence + the Machine lyrics, His Dark Materials, and… Continue reading There are few things more terrifying than poetry