I must be one of the last humans who still writes letters and postcards. From the archive, a poem about completing a letter while standing on the pavement next to a local postbox. This poem is included in my book, Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys.
On scribbling a postcard to… next to the postbox in the wall of the sorting depot The last collection’s at 5.30pm though emptying happens throughout the day for your convenience. — Another possible addition to “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” my forthcoming bundle of poems. This project follows the recent publication of my first volume,Continue reading “Pavement Writer”