from then to now
is never the same distance as
from now to then
From my new chapbook: “The night is my mirror”.
Through the lockdown and the near-isolation, words were hard to find, but this came together in the last few weeks and I am delighted to close the year with relief, gratitude and hope.
I think the poems are real and personal and have been churned out by the silence, unease and reluctant acceptance that was 2020. If you’d like to read the chapbook, do give me a shout and your email information. and I will send you a copy. (leave it in the comments section or write to firstname.lastname@example.org)
Happy holidays and a very happy new year.
This micropoem was selected by a reader from Ireland, Jane Carson, who reimagined it and posted it on instagram with a beautiful soft background. I love how poems resonate differently with readers and grow bigger than the poet’s imagination. The original melancholy has somehow morphed into a kind of optimism.