My name is Joanna. I write poems whilst my child sleeps.
Some time ago we started to ride a wave of sleepless nights and sleepy dayswhere the hours rolled together and the heads grew fuzzy.
I began to formulate poems in these times as the hours ticked by.
This writing helped to reawaken a little bit of myself that had sort of been on hold for a while. I began to look forward to this creative time.
Here are the poems written in the early hours.
Bristol // UK
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Longlisted for the Out-Spoken Prize For Poetry 2017.