a poetic journal.
Filmed on April 15th, 2021. Two poems, He Kissed Me followed by an untitled note to a friend. This was a special evening. It was the Freedom of Speech anniversary show and the first time we were all together in person since the lockdown. What an evening, what a group of great people.
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Oh they’ll wait, forever and a day, to hear them at least once in their life
but not me
those three words just mean goodbye.
It’s my last memory of you,
the last words I heard before you disappeared
and I had to accept we were through.
and that’s how I came to dread the phrase
‘I love you’.
mhughes poetry 