I’ve finished. My chapbook of poetry, Desert Flowers, is complete! I worked so hard on this and spent ages deliberating on everything from the card and paper I used and the thread to bind it, the front cover and of course the poems inside.
I’m super nervous for people to actually read my poems but it feels pretty damn good to have my name in print! If you would like to buy one I’d be eternally grateful, they are £5 a copy and here is a link to my etsy shop where you can buy it!
I fell in love with the colour of your blood mixed with mine — a deep garnet red — almost black except when you looked at it in the light streaming through the broken glass window that I smashed aching for your attention.
We own the biggest knives you’ve ever seen and I nail razor blades to the door handles to stop you leaving and
our welcome mat says love — inside a pretty little heart like the ones i draw all over your chest when you’re sleeping — while the kitchen tiles are splattered with the inside of my stomach and the smears of your attempts to clean me all up.
i stitch up soft palate — ruptured from all those words I couldn’t say while my twitching aorta artery pumps in the syllables of your name. I have always been a crime scene, but with you — It’s all so much more
–G.M Stone (Psycho Cinderella) February 3rd, 2017.
If you liked this rather violent but romantic poem, stay on the look out for my pamphlet/chapbook of poetry that I’ll be bringing out in May!
For Christmas, I just wanted to share some of the beautiful poetry books I received from my family. Of course I asked for more books and DVD’s to add to my piles of them already in my room. One day my ceiling might actually collapse from all the books I have up there…
The three books I was most excited for were the poetry books I asked for, Bone, written by Yrsa Daley Ward,Nejma, written by Nayyirah Waheed, and Home, written by Clementine Von Radicks.
My love affair with poetry is a rather new one. Going back only a year ago, the only poetry I read was what I was made to read at school or college. And I really hated it.
So If you’d said to me at the start of this year that I’d spend most of it reading and even writing poetry, I wouldn’t have believed you, but it’s the truth, and I owe that to a number of things…