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Fight Night

Claret on cotton and hearts on sleeves; words that hurt and eyes that bleed. After too much truth serum, I…

breakups, fight, heartbreak, mental illness, poem, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, relationships, writing

Meant To

Apparently, you’re not supposed to smile when a cat scratches you. That’s what he told me when he realised that I…

blood, depression, mental illness, poem, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, self harm, self injury, suicidal ideation

Mercy

Standing on the cliff edge two steps away from certain death I hurled the contents of the velvet box into…

heartbreak, magazine, memory, mercy, poem, poet, poetry, The Hungry Ghost Project, trauma, writing

First Cut: Interview with Dan Sherven

The celebrate the release of the 11th book in the First Cut Poetry series, Live to the Point of Tears…

books, hip hop, interview, lyrics, music, new books, new releases, poetry, poetry books, rap, rappers, reading, writers life, writing

(Pro-)/(Retro-)gression

1 I fill the void with three liters of cheap white wine and morph into a monster in a mini…

addiction, alcohol, alcoholism, CNF, drug, drug abuse, memoir, poem, poems, poetry, prose, prose poetry, prosetry, real life

Review: First Cut #10 – Cumming

Book: A Chapbook About Nothing Author: Scott Cumming Publisher: Close To The Bone (December 2021) Book #10 in the First Cut series Buy here: ebook / paperback…

book review, books, chapbook, First Cut Poetry, poems, poetry, poetry books, poets, review, reviews

Sandwiches

No, ​I don’t mind making the sandwiches for the picnic—it’s strangely satisfying to slice the cheddar for your Ploughman’s using the same knife…

depression, fear, mental illness, poem, poetry, prose poem, relationships, self harm, self injury

Diary Entries – 11/52

Monday super sad again today, choosing names for children that I’ll never have. Tuesday thinking about that time we took…

Daily Diary, diary, grief, journal, memoir, mental illness, notebook, poem, poetry, prose poem, prose poetry, prosetry, real life, writing

Can’t/Won’t Write

Well he asked me what I was passionate about and I said writing, I’m a writer, and he asked me…

drunk, prose poem, prose poetry, prosetry, secrets, sex, short story, strangers, writing

Weeping Women (1937 & 2017)

I saw a Picasso painting and it fucked me up because it wasn’t oil on canvas, it was a mirror.…

art, artists, depression, ekphrasis, ekphrastic, mental illness, modern art, Picasso, poem, poetry, portrait, Tate Modern, writing

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