Poems from Zoe Mantha
There is comfort in the inevitable,
in a world filled to the brim with unknowing.
Things don't last, not even cosmic bodies, bigger than...
Bad T.V is something I can’t do without. The dull drum of lazy misguidedness. I watch it, I watch it and I know-
I know the jokes fall flat...
The smell of hot rubber still turns my stomach,
twists it up in knots and sends my heart racing, racing round a track with stadium lights...
Am I good enough, good enough to ask-
Do I have the right? The right to write and act like simple prose is so profound?
Do my words matter...
Loss is a funny thing when the person you mourne is still breathing,
We don’t talk about it enough I think,
Those people who decide for...