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In Uncategorized on February 28, 2013 at 5:15 pm

When my uncle stays, 
nights become memorials – 
roll calls of the dead.

The Origin of Love

In Uncategorized on February 26, 2013 at 10:53 pm

It started with music,
low hums which grew to open mouthed notes
soaring from the depths of unconfident singers.

It started with a studio flat in Clapham
and a guitar bought from Camden Lock,
with the vibrations on the skin of a lost woman
searching for light in the darkest of men.
“play me the saddest song you’ve ever heard”
So she pours more wine into mugs that don’t match
whilst he remembers buskers on Millennium Bridge
that all looked as if their skin were floating in the Thames,
long before they jumped.
Somehow the collapsible bed they sat on, her cross legged,
him sitting on the edge with his guitar in hand,
became the most tangible sign of love she’d ever seen.
Music, floating like smoke in the dingy room.

To This Day Project – Shane Koyczan

In Uncategorized on February 24, 2013 at 11:27 am

This poem is so powerful. The visuals complement and add so much to the poem which is a difficult balance to strike. This could do so much for people if they heard it: bullies, those being bullied, those who were bullied. So much beauty.

Solid Writing Tips

In Uncategorized on February 24, 2013 at 11:09 am

Solid Writing Tips

Follow number four and you’re bound to succeed 😉