Made of Things

Concrete Creative Writing introduces some new poetry by Bethan Williams.

London

If i ever come back, i want you to remember who i used to be. Remember that day, at St Katherine Docks, when it was almost Christmas. It was almost...

Home

I seem to have acquired two homes, at the moment, which is a novel experience to me. There’s home-home and flat-home. Home-home is a...
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Perspective

My father always told me, Although I have no fears, never go in the attic, Which only boasted my intrigue.   For amongst abandoned talents what could there...

Soup

I can’t eat my soup. I told mum that I wouldn’t eat it, but she heats it up for me anyway. ‘Just in case’, she says. Just...
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I can hear you when you’re shagging

I can hear you when you're shagging, I can hear you when you're sad, I can hear you when you're chatting, I can hear you when you're...