“I write songs I can’t listen to.” – Professor Green
Me too. I write poems I can’t read.
I want to write poems I can’t read.
They would probably be my best poems.
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My chapbook is available with 25% off this weekend! Just use code GWW25 at the checkout.
Here’s the link: http://ow.ly/PfMEh
And an extract:
And a big, big hug for anyone who checks it out – you are awesome! <3
blue skies reflected in the
whites
of your eyes
in darkness the
breeze
of your exhale
echoes
the slowly forming haze
of one too many broken days
I prise your toes apart
to give them each more space –
they creak out of place
Spending the evening starting to plan my first self-published poetry collection! Exciting stuff. At the moment it looks like it’s going to be around 40 poems/pages, which is sort of a bit longer than an average chapbook and shorter than a typical collection. I think going for a chapbook length would be better, so I have some cutting down to do. This is going to be tricky.
Hello! I have set up a Patreon account for my poetry! If you don’t know what Patreon is, it’s a subscription service for creators. Readers can pledge a certain amount of money per month (anything from $1 or more – it’s up to you!) and get access to exclusive poetry by me, available only to subscribers. That’s stuff I don’t put on my Tumblr (https://www.writersam.co.uk) or anywhere else. There are some cool rewards as well for people who pledge $20 or more per month, like a free copy of my poetry collection when it comes out, and more!
The link to my Patreon is https://www.patreon.com/writersam so please take a look, and if you’d like to read more of my work I would love it if you subscribed. $1 per month is less than a cup of coffee, and the benefits will last like, loads longer. I would love, love, love to make my writing a full-time job, so if you do subscribe, I cannot thank you enough!
Much love,
writersam
Sometimes it’s okay
to write a poem and then
throw it away.
You don’t need to keep what kills you.
Isn’t it interesting how we can talk to and sympathise with each other about bruises, broken arms, accidents and so on, but we can’t do the same with things we really need to talk about, like life-threatening diseases? I stepped on a plug last week and spent the following days walking around like a drunk hunchback in slow motion. It hurt. A lot. But I didn’t really mind at all. So that’s where this has come from.
I don’t want
sympathy for sciatica
because I know what it is
and it’s not much to me
and what’s all the fuss over a foot?
A bruise, a cut, it’s nothing much –
soon it’ll be nothing to me
I don’t need tuts and shaking heads
for being unable to drag my leg out of bed
Anything I can see is no real issue to me –
a twinge is no big deal
and pain is okay to feel
if I know its rhyme and reason
But fear is the worst pain
Fear is the sharpest stab in my side,
the most familiar ache
I would welcome a broken arm instead
A fracture is just that – a fraction of a problem
So I don’t want sympathy for sciatica
I don’t need support because of my limp
or anything solved by sitting down
because none of that will drive me underground
We haven’t even left for work yet
but already I’m thinking about
coming back home to you.
Yes, okay, I am
emotionally vulnerable –
and what?
I am tired.
Tired from bouncing from happily
oblivious to
diving headfirst into this minefield;
from straining to ignore this
and just being,
to taking ownership and weathering it and
raising awareness of it. I am tired
and I don’t know which way I will
bounce next.
I had another guest blog posted, this time over at IHadCancer.com, musing about the positive and negative effects cancer has had on my life (yes, there are one or two positives!).
Check it out here:
http://www.ihadcancer.com/h3-blog/03-21-2015/What-Would-My-Life-Be-Like-Without-Cancer
Thank you for reading. 🙂
people keep saying
how strong I am and
I’m slowly starting
to believe them.
