Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
– T.S. Eliot
On 6th December 2020 my brilliant friend, Len Barron, was found dead in his room. He had been a huge part of inspiring my deep love of poetry and words in general. I was lucky enough to have been bequeathed some of his many, many writings and feel passionate about sharing them. He was convinced his work was very mediocre but I am certain he was a low-key genius.
This is 100% his work. I’m sorting through it all at the moment, so formatting may change slightly, just to warn you.