Coronavirus – Post-sanity

In a time of confusion, worry and uncertainty, Marina Curran expresses her thoughts through poetry. Stripped bare, take my socks and gloves and desanitise me, Show me life's bare bones, the last remains – post sanity, Let me stand 2m from your face, and explain our fate, do you understand me, Because we're all scared … Continue reading Coronavirus – Post-sanity

Mental Struggle

Following on from her Mental Health Awareness Week post and leading up to The Kickback and Poetic Insight, Shaniqua shares a poem about how it feels to struggle mentally. How can you find peace when the inner depths of you is a living hell? Your own mind determined to destroy you from inside out Send … Continue reading Mental Struggle

Alien Word

This month, we're all about respect and consent.  Shaniqua has shared a poem that fits in with the themes and help to get our conversations started. Extracted from your vocabulary, a simple word powerful in execution, a word you should have learnt to use – Control – having power to influence or determine your behaviour. … Continue reading Alien Word

Unsuspecting Love

With it being all about love this month, our founder, Shaniqua, shares a poem about one of her great loves. She never understood why men wept at football until basketball penetrated her heart. Falling in love tens of years after watching the sport live drawn in naturally; the relationship evolving, becoming a meaningful part of … Continue reading Unsuspecting Love

Trapped

Last week, we collaborated with Croydon Community Against Trafficking (CCAT) for a special event to raise awareness of trafficking and modern slavery.  I wrote and shared a poem, created especially for the event, which I am sharing below in the lead up to Tuesday's Poetic Insight.  It is called Trapped. He thought he’d get his … Continue reading Trapped

Guest Post: In The End

Continuing with this month's focus on Mental Health, we have a poem from Kennedy Coombs,  a Weymouth-based rapper and poet. How can I cope with this devil on my shoulder, The heat is on but its making me colder, When I was younger it hoped I’d grow older, Started off small now it’s heavier than … Continue reading Guest Post: In The End

Cutting Love

He waited until she was vulnerable. Delicate as gossamer, she lounged alone, droplets decorating her face. Perching next to her, he stroked the trickling dew from her eyes, carving out his introduction. She’d heard his name, vaguely glimpsed him Occasionally he cut into her thoughts. Never did she consider he’d ever incise his way into … Continue reading Cutting Love