This Weeks’ Stabathon by Jo Else

Light, glancing on pale pocked hoody boys,
Rests on that moment of transition
From knife in hand to knife in heart.
I never drew first blood, the boy screamed out.

Jo Else

It’s no fun being a dyspraxic with a deficit visual memory. Imagine if Sylvia Plath had to do formatting- she’d have topped herself even sooner…. Poetry keeps me sane, the rest drives me nuts and I’ve won no awards. And there’s nothing wrong with Readers Wives, my Mum was one.

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