It’s the final day of the Tiny Lungs book read through. I didn’t consider at the time of launching what a lovely routine this would be for me over the 2nd lockdown. It’s been a real pleasure revisiting each poem and reading them through. I’ve had some wonderful messages from people who have joined me for the readings, thank you 💘 The book is available via the shop link in my bio. It’s a lo-fi, black and white, 5×8 inch book. And all the illustrations are by Arthur Morgan, age 5 years.
The poems take in the inhalations and exhalations of the last few years in my life, my oxygen, my carbon dioxide. The unexpected things, the different narratives, the dark rooms, the light rooms, the joy of the everyday, the loss of dear family members, the incredible children, the changing political landscapes, the giving birth and raising of children in a pandemic, the yearning for the loved ones we are desperate to see and the deep love, kindness and laughter I have gratitude for.
Breathe in, breathe out. Tiny precious lungs 💜
Beautiful cult poetry exploring motherhood, identity, self and grief.