My mother held me in her womb, did what she could to keep me alive until I was cut out screaming and covered in fat. It’s where I developed a taste for it and I have been coming and going ever since. A few more years later then I was on my own. Still screaming. Still covered.Then I made my home in other people’s arms, let me hold me and try me on for size. Built the capacity to … [Read more...] about I Am Used To Being Held, By: Stevie Green
Stevie Green
About Stevie Green
Stevie Green is a Birmingham-born poet based in London. He recently won the local prize at the Waltham Forest National Poetry Competition and his work has appeared in various publications on both sides of the Atlantic. He took to poetry in an attempt to romanticise his own life because nobody else was going to do it.
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