Kirsty Woodward : Writing

unlikely

unlikely

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


i found art in the distance between usfrom the bottom of my feetfrom the tips of my fingersi found art in you.
seething

seething

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


we sit and put the world to rights knowing full well the world can never be put 'right'.
Backstreets of America

Backstreets of America

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


quiet now memories only bad memories but, memories all the same.
stating the obvious

stating the obvious

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


people won’t make you happy, but music and poetry will.
23

23

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


it is being sat in a bar wearing no bra drinking beer writing poetry it is holding your soul mates in the palm of your hand it is coming home dru..
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Catching

Catching

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


and I find myself suddenly afraid of the words I can and cannot write.
boomers

boomers

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


you were right, everybody is out here settling and it makes me kind of sick.
sepia

sepia

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


if art isn’t a reason to live, then I don’t know what is.
foreign

foreign

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


surely there has to come a time when you stop going back to that place in your mind.
here we go

here we go

A Poem by Kirsty Woodward


Imiss lying in bed telling you stories of the ghosts in my head.

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