Cadi

You're not sinking, you've got this! I think #8 is my favourite of yours so far - the last line brings across so much with really very few words.

They pinpricked my bones, To hollow them so I could Fly, but now that I’m on The precipice if flight, and My bones are full of Porous keyholes, I don’t ...

So I just got around to reading this poem in full, and I'd like to let you know that it's excellent. You wonderfully evoke the two different kinds of missing, ...

Ooh, I love #55 and #58 - both incredibly concise in conveying something that feels quite profound.

#23 A rare event: fifteen people in my flat and I - - I am not hiding from them. I have summer and a smile, a glass of sugar syrup, ...

#22 Roses are red Parties are fun This poem's a cop-out But I still got it done

#21 Sat at your computer fifteen hundred miles from here still it seems that I can hear you speaking loud and clear; can't recall how long it is since we ...

#20 Can you ever write too much about good weather? Pristine blue skies baking the pavement, sitting out in a T-shirt after dark, relishing every second of warmth (before it ...

#19 Above dark rooves and silhouetted trees dusky blue seeps down to the horizon, melting through gold into pastel pink. With every window thrown wide, the breeze gently bears me ...

#18 So much of my life sits in this bright box five inches to a diagonal and barely half a centimetre deep.

@Holysocks - I am probably the worst person to try giving advice on "finishing things", but one tactic I am trying at the moment, courtesy of the wonderful Story Hospital ...

Throughout all of these, you're using wonderful imagery to communicate some really emotive stuff. In particular, the images in the poem for 15th Apr ( your life is a shattered ...

Aw, thanks, Cat! Sorry you have to have these brain arguments, too! #17 Hand in hand we walk beneath drifting clouds with the sun floating in and out of the ...

Mmmm, delicious creepy shivers from the latest poem. I love the old, terrifying kind of faerie. (I want you to write a whole story about Sharp Ones.)

#16 or, Tricksy Conversations With My Brain You're right, I suck, and never finish anything but I'm going to go ahead and write some words down anyway.