To My Cancer
When you left me
I did not say goodbye.
I kissed you
then carried you outside.
You did not leave.
I am still saying goodbye.
To mark the 25th Anniversary of publishing The North, Peter and Ann Sansom invited 25 poets to write poems of 25 words about important events, private or public, from the last quarter-century.
The above poem will appear in Riddance, my forthcoming book from Worple Press.
This edition of the magazine also includes my review of Jo Shapcott’s wonderful Of Mutability.
Lifesaving Poems 
It is the longest goodbye…
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