Today’s choice
Previous poems
Tristan Moss
Faith
… without any irritable reaching
after fact and reason. John Keats
I try
not to think
about my daughter’s
condition
when I
hug her
as all
I have to do
is think about
how I walk
down the stairs
to lose my feet.
Tristan Moss has recently had poems published in Litter Magazine, Tears in the Fence and Snakeskin. In 2023, he published a pamphlet called Ligaments, with The Red Ceilings Press. @tristan-moss.bsky.social
Caleb Parkin
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Charlotte Knight
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Hilary Hares
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Kevin Higgins
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