Once a mainstay in my poems, it gradually became an occasional prop. These days, it's a warning sign that my narrative isn't strong enough to indicate a series of events without outside help.
As a consequence, it's one of the first words to be taken out of any draft. Its removal is an implicit challenge to the rest of the piece to avoid a similar fate. Of course, there will always be a certain poem that demands an inevitable exception to the rule...
Conor Crockford asks how can one be a witness in an age of TikTok, Tinder
and ragebait? How can you be sure of what you’re seeing and how can you
know what...