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...
I did not expect to be moved to tears by my greenhouse, but there I was,
this sunny afternoon, at my allotment, phoning my Longest-Serving Friend.
'I...
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