• Endings – a poem
    Last year I wrote a bunch of poems and two of them were published (Blue and Notte Rossa). This one was my favourite, though, and because it's the ending of my residency, and the poem is called Endings, I thought I'd share it. EndingsWhen you told me:"You're no good at endings."and I cried.My face pressed up against the bobbled grey sheetsof another borrowed bed.The city outside with its heaving multitudes doesn't exist. But we can't ... more
    Sian Crooked Rib
    1 week ago