How To Say What Can't Be Said
A collection of poems and a few thoughts on making things
I have somewhat of a love-hate relationship with poetry. Sometimes it’s pretentious, empty and forced, analysed to death by nob-ends on the telly who obviously think too much. Other times it catches hold of me, mirrors my lived experience and says what I couldn’t. It seems to talk around the point, deliberately avoiding explicitness. All good stories ar…
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