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PECHA-KUCHA-BOY<\/strong><\/p>\n 1 2 3 4 5 6 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 <\/p>\n Sarah Wedderburn<\/strong>‘s poems have appeared in The Oxford Magazine<\/em> and Oxford Poetry,<\/em> and online in Poems In Which <\/em>and The Stare\u2019s Nest.<\/em> She was a finalist in the poetry contest of the American online journal Narrative Magazine in 2011 and was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize in 2013. She is a long term member of Roddy Lumsden\u2019s Wednesday group. Find her work at riverinvisible.wordpress.com <\/a>and Lost for words.<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" PECHA-KUCHA-BOY 1 The computer I was using got locked in the art room. It\u2019s not here. But I am. I\u2019m Max. Year 10. I\u2019ve got a list, but no PowerPoint. Sorry. Oh \u2013 and the first slide had writing on it. It said INTRODUCTION. 2 DOG OK, so I took a picture […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11832","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11832","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11832"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11832\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11944,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11832\/revisions\/11944"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11832"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11832"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11832"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe computer I was using got
\nlocked in the art room.
\nIt\u2019s not here.
\nBut I am.
\nI\u2019m Max. Year 10.
\nI\u2019ve got a list, but
\nno PowerPoint.
\nSorry.
\nOh \u2013 and the first slide had writing on it.
\nIt said
\nINTRODUCTION.<\/p>\n
\nDOG
\nOK, so I took a picture of my dog.
\nI really love my dog,
\nand anyone can talk about dogs,
\nbut it\u2019s hard talking about love, and
\nI was wondering
\nwhat I felt about
\nthat.<\/p>\n
\nME
\nThis was me, squinty,
\nlooking into the sun, and it was saying
\nthis is insane,
\nthis time of being alive,
\nthis being the son \u2013 not the sun,
\nbut you know, the child \u2013
\nof people \u2013 think about it \u2013
\nhere on planet earth.<\/p>\n
\nBIRD
\nI mean, think about birds.
\nThink about feathers.
\nAnd eggs.
\nThat\u2019s crazy.
\nThis was a sparrow,
\non the wire,
\nand then it flew. Flew.
\nWhat is that?
\nI took it from my window.<\/p>\n
\nMY ROOM
\nAnd that was my window.
\nIt\u2019s got creeper round it.
\nDad took it from outside, downstairs.
\nIt was looking up and the frame is white,
\nand the crossbars on the sash are white.
\nThe glass shows darkness in the room.
\nI\u2019m inside. I never want to get up.<\/p>\n
\nSOUP
\nMum made soup.
\nIt wasn\u2019t much to look at but
\nit smelled so good
\nI took a picture.
\nI can\u2019t explain love,
\nI can only tell you how I feel,
\nsometimes.
\n7
\nSOUP BOWL
\nThat was after I ate the soup.
\nNone left. So Mum says,
\nnever mind,
\nI\u2019ll make some more another day.
\nAnd she did.
\nIt wasn\u2019t the same soup, but it was all right.<\/p>\n
\nDISCHCLOTH
\nIt fell off the washing line
\nand made the shape of Africa.
\nRandom.<\/p>\n
\nROSES
\nOh yeah, this slide was meant to say
\nfuck that. This is not about love.
\nThis is Clinton\u2019s card shop love.
\nI got it off the internet.
\nSo fuck that.<\/p>\n
\nBUTTONS
\nI got these brass buttons
\noff my uncle who was in the army.
\nI keep them in a box.
\nWhen he saw them he said,
\n\u2018Oh, I forgot I gave you those;
\ngood lad.\u2019<\/p>\n
\nGIRL
\nThere was this girl on the pier.
\nShe smiled and I think
\nit was at me. I thought,
\ndon\u2019t go there, but I do.
\nI think about her.
\nAnd I look at this picture.<\/p>\n
\nMUM AND DAD
\nHow you can you understand
\nwhat\u2019s so close to you?
\nWhat are they?
\nThey\u2019re just mum and dad.
\nThey\u2019re a mystery.<\/p>\n
\nBIRTHDAY
\nThis was of my party when I was twelve.
\nI\u2019m not there. I\u2019m out in the garage
\ngazing at my bike,
\nstill shiny, still smelling of Halfords.<\/p>\n
\nBLANK
\nI did one of nothing.
\nBecause nothing is everything
\nand everything is nothing.
\nThat\u2019s why you have to be kind.<\/p>\n
\nMY BROTHER
\nHe was kind.
\nHe was older than me.
\nHe let me crawl
\nthrough the hedge with him
\nbut he went through first so I wouldn\u2019t
\nhurt myself.<\/p>\n
\nSUNFLOWERS
\nI love this picture.
\nI love the idea that
\nsomeone so unhappy
\nmade something so beautiful.<\/p>\n
\nMY HAND
\nHave you ever really
\nlooked at yourself?
\nThe best is
\nlooking at your hands, or feet.
\nYou can get some distance on them.<\/p>\n
\nSKY
\nI wish you could see this.
\nIt was a great picture.
\nBlue sky. Little clouds.
\nA windy day, morning,
\nand I lay on the grass
\nand thought a bit, staring up and out and into forever.<\/p>\n
\nSEA
\nI took this one just before
\nI saw that girl.
\nIt\u2019s the horizon and it\u2019s straight
\nand clear. It\u2019s different
\nfrom things that don\u2019t make sense.<\/p>\n
\nROAD
\nIt was a just a road, really.
\nI do remember him,
\nbut getting that feeling \u2013
\nyou know that feeling?
\nof what he was like \u2013
\nit\u2019s harder now.
\nThat\u2019s it, then.
\nSorry I didn\u2019t have time to say very much
\nabout love.<\/p>\n