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...
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...
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