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'Not a Wasted Word.’

'Not a Wasted Word.’

Poems and Prose. All personal. All true.

Category: Poetry

To Mum

You’ll wonder what runs through my mind, And think about just what you’d find If all my words were to align, And all our thoughts could be… Read more “To Mum”

October 1, 2018 by Henry Quilter

A Sofa For Two

A year to go and a life to lead, Her other’s in London, and they’ll tell her to heed Those clichéd warnings about distance and time, Saying… Read more “A Sofa For Two”

October 1, 2018October 1, 2018 by Henry Quilter

Normalised

‘It’s fine, I can take it! I’m good at pretending’, In this day and age, this shit’s never-ending. You’re groped and offended by people you know, In… Read more “Normalised”

October 1, 2018October 1, 2018 by Henry Quilter

To Jean

The day was dewed and sodden, As I knocked upon your door, I wondered what you’d forgotten, About today and times before.   Our roles have been… Read more “To Jean”

October 1, 2018October 1, 2018 by Henry Quilter

Prometheus

I open my eyes; my room is a mess, A vodka-soaked vulture picks at my chest. My lungs are like plastic, they crinkle and groan, In my… Read more “Prometheus”

October 1, 2018October 1, 2018 by Henry Quilter

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