Cadi

61 to yellow #4! What I need is a bit of free time, and to wrestle my partner off the computer, because writing reviews on a phone screen is no ...

#15 Dear dishwasher I know it's just gone a year since we moved in and fixed you the first time but you didn't have to remind us by breaking again.

#14 I could unknot my cares from this keyboard, let the cords fall and so send this sentence without pulling my heart out behind I could unpick my hopes from ...

#13 Dear nation, this is just to say I didn't think we were burning up fast enough so I have lit up another box of gunpowder.

#12 Here we go: the traditional bank holiday pastime (no, not the optimistic, rainy barbecue, nor the post-roast somnolence, neither) crawling up the motorway behind everyone else who dared leave ...

#11 I'm trying to write a poem And it's very late at night I ought to be asleep And the words won't come out right Written at daft o'clock last ...

#10 Object permanence is the understanding that even when you can't see something it is still there. Sometimes, I forget that even when I can't see your smile it is ...

#9 There is a bird trapped in my chest. Just a wren - a tiny thing - and mostly it sleeps, perched upon my ribcage. But when I speak, it ...

#8 Maligned monstrosities, grim and gritty; clotted constructions of concrete chunks; brutalist blots, unsightly eyesores; a skyline destroyed just for-- just for... Built for a roof to cover the home

#7 Twisting, dancing flakes of crystal, settling lightly into drifts of powder, kicked up in puffs before our toes or, compacted, gives that freshly-pisted creak beneath our soles. Frozen friend, ...

#6 O, what anxious, hidden souls, sharing scraps of us, lowering our shields for want of connection, reaching for friendship in 140 characters.

In an ideal world, this would be twice the length, with a more complete narrative. Here in the real world, I keep getting called away from writing it, so I'm ...

When I was 7, I wrote a tiny book called The Adventures of Squeaky the Mouse - handwritten on sheets of blue paper, with illustrations, and stapled together. Alas, I ...

#4 (look nobody said NaPo poems had to be good okay) A pile of clothes upon my chair Four weeks since I put them there Washed and dried, the socks ...

#3 Blazing brilliance bakes the air, sweeps clouds aside and paints the skies a crisp, clear blue. Last week's wind has spent its breath, worn down to mere breeze tickling ...