Delighted to be back in @BendingGenres with a new micro full of baby lemurs and miniature dinosaurs and discarded VHS. Big thanks to Robert for giving my work a steady home, always.
🔗 below.
Was gonna write a long-winded thread but everyone knows how sad and wrong all this is so I’ll leave it at WISE UP, B’FAST. A small section of B’fast, in fact. Tiny.
I've just written my first (half decent) poem in ages so, as is my wont, I thought I'd share that the name of my worst ever poem is 'Dear Michaelangelo' and it's as bad as it sounds.
Checking out of this place for a while. It's making me dumber, angrier and sadder and I have fairly thin margins on all three at the best of times. Find me everywhere else.
And in the faces of strangers.
Checking out of this place for a while. It's making me dumber, angrier and sadder and I have fairly thin margins on all three at the best of times. Find me everywhere else.
And in the faces of strangers.
POEM 338: "A Single Sign in Three Parts" by Ewen Glass (@ewenglass)
"echoes
feel hard won;
we celebrate
disappearing,
ask what if
something lives
at the bottom?"
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Something a wee bit different from me for #smallpoemsunday convened by @TomSnarsky. This is a poem in the Ulster-Scots register (I *think* it’s comprehensible!)