(The following is a poem submitted to us by Gemma Boyd last November. Thank you Gemma for sharing your words with us.)


*My home is my writing:
If I lost my words, who am I?*

For years, I squirrelled away other peoples' poems,
as if their words could imbue me with a sense of substance
and wrote down so much 'truth' in my diary,
it became illegible.