Weekday Spectrum 01.08.15


A poem by Tracey Rhys

Monday, the light talks. I hear its Patois plumbing a bend in his throat,
but he won’t have it.

Tuesday, reconsider my tone. Start playful, grow firm, implode
like an overcooked joint. I’m sorry, I breathe. Did you hear what I asked you?

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About the author

Tracey Rhys grew up in the Rhondda Valley and has an MA in Creative Writing from Cardiff University. In 2015, her poetry featured in a new play about Autism by Winterlight Theatre.