That's so observant Shen. I love it all!

@Shen Friebe I feel like writers always have weird search histories haha

@Shen Friebe Maybe I'll share my Spidey poem soon!

This is probably not a surprise to anybody but Taylor Swift. She's released a couple of poems (at least one off the top of my head) in the booklets of extended versions of her albums but I think it would be amazing to read a collection of her poetry. I think Bruce Springsteen would also pen an excellent collection. Two very different vibes but they're incredible lyricists.

Ooh. I love this question. Um. I googled facts about spiders. That was pretty weird.

Everything Is True We live in the same country, the same town. We met in Waterstones when you picked up my bestselling novel and I said you had good taste. You bought me the book of poetry I’d picked up and asked me out. We went to Costa where you drank hazelnut coffee, your favourite, and I drank hot chocolate, my favourite. You laughed at all my jokes and enjoyed my poetry and didn’t look at another woman while we were there. We fell in love in Costa and I knew it was love because I am capable of loving. We moved in together a month later, bought a big white house in the good part of town with a huge garden with the greenest grass and flowers that bloomed all year round. You said the garden is perfect for a dog and we bought a husky puppy because you love huskies and I got two guinea pigs because you’re not allergic. You said being with you suited me, that we suited each other. In the evenings, you play video games and I read, leaning against your warm body. We dance in the kitchen to Taylor Swift but only her happy songs because we’re happy, happier than we’ve ever been. I wear your shirts and hoodies because they’re so soft and remind me of you. You propose with a book of poetry, not a ring, and you’re excited to call me you’re wife. You’re not in love with someone else. I still believe everything you say and I trust you. Did I tell you everything is true? Do you still believe me? You still believe I trust you?

30th April 2022 Welp. Today's the day. Prompt: Write a poem about a conversation/interaction with your neighbour. Word Bank: File Ask Weird Restaurant Laugh Openers: Where do… I should’ve… I haven’t…

The Shortest Summer It was the last summer I rode my bike, maybe 2003, the summer of blue skies, ice creams so cold they cured my sunburn and, dear god, the summer holidays lasted for ten years when our neighbour stopped leaving her house. I wish I could tell you her name, what she looked like, the colour of her eyes, her accent, if she was left handed. I’ll call her Mrs Smith because, really, why not? and Mrs Smith stopped answering the phone, would leave the door unanswered as if the handle itself wouldn’t let her go if she touched it, as if the house contained the only air on Earth and she would surely die outside where the outside is so very big and she promised she was fine and she was eating though she stopped feeding the birds in the garden. I swear, the birds gave up on her, stopped nesting in her tree, the tree that stopped blooming though I don’t think trees really bloom. It was the summer I realised I didn’t have any friends, not really, not ever, not friends to call when my home burned down, not friends to call to talk me off a ledge, the summer I realised butterflies shouldn’t survive inside you, that other people at school answered the teacher without feeling sick. And it wasn’t summer at all, not ever, not Mrs Smith who was sent home from work, holding her uniform to her chest, rocking in a chair that wasn’t built to be rocked. Her oldest daughter found her crying, crying, crying… It was never summer, never Mrs Smith. I think it must have been winter 2006 maybe when Mum broke down and I learned to walk on eggshells and I learned it’s not normal to walk on eggshells and I haven’t stopped walking on eggshells since. And it was summer, the shortest summer, when I started crying, crying, crying… and promised I was fine.

29th April 2022 The end is in sight! Prompt: Imagine your heart is a museum. Take the reader on a journey through the museum. Word Bank: Explain Rushing Favourite Soup Look Openers: I’m taking… You’re making… Now follow…

A Haiku on a Bad Day It's cooler today. I needed my favourite sweatshirt. I miss the sunshine.

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28th April 2022 The end is in sight! Prompt: Write poem starting with ‘Dear [blank]’. Word Bank: Broke Wearing Crazy Right Sign Openers: It was… I’m not… Why did…

At This Very Moment people are buying groceries trying on a new dress planting flowers meeting someone new stepping off a plane somewhere warm stepping off a plane somewhere cold stepping off a plane anywhere else filling their car with petrol laughing at a meme making a cup of tea checking the time sending an email eating chips in a pub with a friend texting a friend calling a friend checking a friend’s Instagram living, not knowing you’re gone.

27th April 2022 Prompt: Choose an emotion. Describe how it feels. Word Bank: Wedding Brief Chase Finally Ever Openers: Promise me… I need everything… I don’t know…

Ah! The end is in sight! I'm so proud of you all!

A Haiku, A Month Into Grieving I miss you. I have so much to tell you. I wish you could call me back

26th April 2022 Prompt: What would you bring to a desert island? Word Bank: Away Horses Exactly Car Go Openers: So how was… I don’t care… It’s because of…

An Alternate Reality if I drank coffee if I hated my English teacher if I studied Italian Instead of French if I studied harder if I didn’t learn to drive if I watched Eastenders if I read Tolkien and Stephen King if I never learned to drive if I taught myself how to play the violin if I bought a boat and taught myself to sail if I told everyone to call me Rae if I was smart enough to be a doctor if I was smart enough to be a painter if I was good enough if I was enough if I wore contacts if I never cut my hair if I never dyed my hair if I loved myself enough to wear shorts if I baked if I moved to Italy and fell in love and moved to New York and fell in love again and moved to New Zealand and fell in love again if I worked the night shift if I ate spicy food if I laughed more if I smiled more if I gave everything to charity if I said I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry and meant it maybe your doctor would’ve been smarter maybe your body would’ve fought the cancer in time maybe you’d still be alive.

25th April 2022 Prompt: Write about something that happened today. Anything. A letter you got in the mail. A programme you watched on TV. What you ate for lunch. Word Bank: Obviously Quote Kid Happened Responsible Openers: But wait… Seriously, I… I’m using…

A Random Thought It occurs to me that you never met my Gran even though she died maybe a decade before I met you. You would’ve liked her and I’m certain of this. You would’ve drunk tea, taken selfies with her, bought flowers for each other, eaten cake and biscuits, watched tv, complained about people parking outside, complained about the weather, complained about me, gossiped about me, talked about why you’re both worried about me. You would’ve both complained about being old. It occurs to me that it’s likely, possible, even entirely probably that on a random Tuesday, you went to Morrisons and saw an old lady wearing a green dress, using a walking stick. You put a box of PG tips in her trolley because she would never ask for help but you were kind and could tell she needed you and you agreed PG tips is the best kind of tea.