[ alone; stagnant water. ] – a poem by Stuart Crossley – All Poetry


Recurring advice

‘I don’t fully understand what is meant by your writing, but the way that it makes me feel is beyond words.’

‘You flatter me too much, my friend, I have a great deal of faith in the fact that you can evoke the same feeling in others.’


The day I learned of my ‘mentors’ passing was an excruciatingly sad moment, I do not even have the words to express how that moment felt.


It is now some years later, I had a similar conversation, only this time it was I who gave the advice. I know my ‘student’ shall do also.