This was a tough record, because it made me think long and hard. What do you do when you got the dream start to your poetry existence, and suddenly it all goes wrong? How do you cope when there's nobody there to love your work and all that remains is the silence of repeated rejection? There are also two poems here from 2019 here, representing both ends of my mindset at the time, and the reminder to myself to go back with a kinder eye and revisit what happened before Lockdown. This is also your scheduled reminder that the podcast continues to contain swearing, mental health issues and production values which will, I promise, improve as time goes on. Thanks for reading this far.