There are stories and poems everywhere, and in everything.
“I rest on the pillow in the grey morning light with the bitter knowledge I have come back to myself but my brother never will.”
Readers – and a couple of leipglo writers – share tales of a New Year’s Eve that fell way short of expectations…
It was learning German, a break from my English-language academic writing, that brought me back to poetry. I found myself on a bus from Berlin to Leipzig writing a very basic-worded break-up poem in German, just for practice. (I will share said poem here once it has been properly proofread.) The next morning, I found by accident some of the posts from my old poetry blog still online. These two moments immediately converged into finally setting up a new forum for creative expression for myself and others. It took only a couple of clicks to set up a new blog. And a couple more clicks to announce it on social media. So here we are.