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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Sunday, 20 April 2025

The artist

He's built a town of coloured blocks
Painted orange, yellow and green
He adds one every single week
From every place he's ever been

They're rough and ramshackle things
Yet for a singular artistic theme
Though mostly made of roughshod walls
Each holds a detail from a dream

I wonder if he's building out
A model of his childhood home
Or if this will be where his soul sleeps
Surrounded by the things he's known

Art, it seems, is always thus 
No matter how obvious or obtuse
We open ourselves to creation
And leave a part in all we produce
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