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Tina Sederholm's avatar

I’ve been pursued by a line I overheard at Northolt Tube Station about 20 years ago. A man on the platform was listening intently on a brick of a mobile phone, and eventually said ‘My friend, the heart is not a bone.’ I’ve wrestled with that phrase ever since, in terms of heartbreak, of love. One day I hope to know enough about love to write the poem/collection that honours that phrase. I keep aiming at it, only to fall short, yet again.

Lyn Taylor Hale's avatar

Authenticity and agency. What is really mine? (Not my family's, not society's, or a partner's, or a friend's...) And how do I live as close as possible to those truths? How do I act on my own behalf? I lived for many years as someone sort of adjacent to myself. I genuinely believe one of our greatest gifts to everyone we know is to show up as the truest, best version of ourselves. These ideas follow me like a shadow.

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