YouTuber Steven Fearon interviewed me on his channel, INSIDELEFT, about my recent poem Tell Me, Physician, and much more besides. I really enjoyed having this opportunity to explain what was going through my mind in writing that poem, what inspires me creatively, what I've learned and why I think it all matters (and even slag off that racist disappointment Caitlin R Kiernan a little bit). Give it a watch, and maybe even like, comment and subscribe!
Sunday, 8 September 2024
Friday, 6 September 2024
Winter Terror
Maybe it wasn't the coldest day
of the year, but the wind made it
feel that way: wind so loud he had to
shout, the man sat by the Monument
begging.
He had to shout just to be heard,
and the cold made him shout louder:
the cold he felt then and the cold
that he knew he would feel if he failed
to get enough cash for a bed for the night
in a hostel. Cold that kills, and cold
that weakens, cold that weakened him
even as he shouted at the passers-by,
voice filled with jostling rage and desperation,
each shout angrier and sadder than the last.
Myself, I had no money I could give him,
was living on toogoodtogo bags, online tips
and the joke that this country calls benefits.
If I could, I would have,
because I know too well how it feels
to see your future shrink to less than just
a single night, to see those wrapped up
snugly pass by, to feel that mounting rage
at those whose kindness you rely on.
Do you begin to understand, now,
as prices rise and payments are withdrawn,
a little of the desperate rage he felt then?
As nights draw in
and wind whips up
do you feel it? The true
terror of winter?
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