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From my upcoming collection, I Am Not Light, with @blackboughpoems here is the video for ‘Grief Therapist’.
“Put hemlock in the teapot…”
Disclaimer for sensitive content - connotations of self-harm.
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Lou Mach
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Lou Mach
@LouLouMach
Mancunian poet and educator, UoM graduate. The Words of Others are All We Have, Hedgehog Press, (2024), I Am Not Light, Black Bough Poetry, (2025)
- So you’re that skint you have to sell your old stuff to buy new stuff and the HMRC wants to tax you on the sale of something you’ve already paid tax on that you will be selling for less than you paid? Surely taxing millionaires would be more profitable than Sharon’s used tops?Depop, Vinted and other apps to share more information with HMRC bbc.in/3tvr1TY
- My mum passed away from cancer yesterday. I have nothing profound or poetic to say. I’m just really very sad. Prayers and spells and kind thoughts are very welcome.
- I’ve been making erasure poems this week from The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Here’s one of of my favourites 🤍
- Today is my birthday and it marks the start of a new and exciting year - looking ahead with happiness 💛
- I’ve just had FOUR poems accepted by a publication that I’m really excited about. So, yeah, go me 🙌🙌🙌
- People will say perfection doesn’t exist - this morning’s sky respectfully disagrees 🧡
- Replying to @alexjenkinspoetMaybe, but what about those on benefits? If they make a tenner would that be deducted? My worry is this could be used as a punitive measure for the poorest in society - wouldn’t put anything past this government.
- Here’s another erasure poem from ‘The Road’ It’s been a really enjoyable creative practice making these and I’ve got a small collection now (might back and frame a few) 🤍
My neighbour gave my back garden a “tidy” as he has been using it for storage. He has ripped all the budding flowers (“weeds”) from my wall - ones I write about every year. I know this came from a good place, but I’m sitting here in the sunshine planning a protracted revenge…- I read this Anna Akhmatova poem at my mum’s funeral. Today, we bury her ashes and this will be going with her: We Don’t Know How to Say Goodbye. ‘That stick in your hand is tracing mansions / in which we will always be together.’ 🤍
- Rejections are always hard, especially when they all come at once, but some just hit a little harder than others. I’m going to resist the urge to throw my poems in the bin and wallow in waffles and bourbon (later on). Positivity will resume in due course.
- I submitted to a press in July for an anthology - one I was really excited about. Just had an email that they want to accept all three of my poems and, I tell you, I couldn’t be more chuffed - perfect end to the day 🙌🙌🙌
- In the car with my dad: Me: I’m getting interviewed Dad: Who by, the police? Me: No, about my poetry Dad: Well, you never know with you And that, my friends, is Tuesday.
