From hating poetry to writing my own chapbook — how I learned to love poetry
4 min readMar 2, 2018
‘Love steals me in the dead
of the night. Shakes me awake, suspends
the atmosphere around me. Compresses my
bones. Blinds me with light, reminds me
‘Love steals me in the dead
of the night. Shakes me awake, suspends
the atmosphere around me. Compresses my
bones. Blinds me with light, reminds me
Writer who lives in a van. Currently traveling the world while trying to write my second novel. georgia-may2111@hotmail.co.uk