It’s not that I can’t find
the words for my feelings
I just can’t find my feelings

they were there before,
on the table
with my keys

I saw the cat
run off
with something

perhaps it will drop them
at your feet
twitching, torn
as they left me


Roger contracted obsessive poetry writing while recovering from a severe bout of novel writing. He has several pieces published in poetry zines and has performed readings at various venues across Northwest England. In his work, he likes to explore the boundaries between meaning and non-meaning, the outer edges of comprehension, disrupting cultural norms. He is currently studying at the Univerity of Salford.

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