Truly delighted to have this new poem published on this cool webzine today, after I finally got my finger out and submitted some poems. Am currently on medication for a bad cough, so this has cheered me up.
This poem came out me wiping round our kitchen daily and noticing just how many crumbs accumulated every day. This is probably because we like food, and cooking, but it made me reflect on how crumbs measure our days, show what we have been making to eat, and record our comings and goings.
Black Nore is a really cool magazine. Lots of good poems on there, free to read.
Angela Topping 