Being human is a circus trick, a t i g h t r o p e w a l k between now and then, a flourish, and back again. juggling swords, eating fiery words, the highs and lows of the flying trapeze, the bearded lady’s s l o w s t r I p t e a s e, the absurdity of a clown, the audience laughing while you drown in your own tears. after the final bow, remove the greasepaint, and get the bus home alone. Kim M. Russell, 28th April 2022
As NaPoWriMo 2022 comes to an end, on day 28 we have a favourite form of mine from my teaching days: the concrete poem, in which the lines are shaped in a way that mimics the topic of the poem. I have written quite a few of these, for example ‘Tiny Promises from day 12, and some have even written themselves! I’ve taken an old poem I wrote last March and played around with it.