I have a new poem up at Wild Court today. It might first seem about how rubbish I am at football. And it is! And I am! But it also implicitly reflects on elements of masculinity and nationhood. I hope you enjoy it...
Its references to Sylvia Plath and Sharon Olds tell us that this is a
so-called ‘confessional’ collection, though it rejects the torment and
taboo-breaking...
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