Tag: Milk and Honey

Fan Friction

I’d never heard of fanfic till I started writing on Wattpad now I’ve realised with a start I’m practically writing the stuff.

My new Wattpad book Light and Bitter is my failed attempt to write like best selling poet Rupi Kaur. I say failed because our styles are totally different.

Rupi made her name on Instagram. Her work is invariably short, often striking but to my mind not really Poetry. I’m intrigued more than a fan.

Sometimes Light and Bitter tries to imitate from a different perspective. Other times it will expand on a suggested theme or question what has been written.

Is this fan fiction? Perhaps I’ve invented a new genre Fan Friction?

Father

From Light and Bitter on Wattpad

 

i could never get things right

a constant disappointment

but now i’m turning into you

 

afraid of your voice

i learned not to speak

you were quiet too

the silence more wounding than words

 

a man’s silence is different

from a woman’s

it speaks of feelings

he dare not broach

 

we can bleed

but must not cry

what was it

you never said

to me and why?

Kiss

According to Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey the first boy who ever kissed her, at five, held her shoulders down like the handlebars of a bike. That’s not how I was with girls at five.

Light and Bitter, my spectacular and increasingly irritable attempt to write like Rupi, has a new poem today… The Kiss.

Hurting

My new Wattpad book Light and Bitter is an imitation, I almost said ‘irritation’, of Rupi Kaur’s best selling Milk and Honey so part one is about hurting because boys hurt too.

Suicide is the biggest single cause of death among young men in the UK and, if women are struggling to break the glass ceiling, there are plenty of men at the bottom of the heap, our prisons are stuffed with them.

writing like rupi

I’m back to my roots today launching a new book on Wattpad.

Light and bitter will be a spectacular and increasingly impatient attempt to write in the style of instagram darling and best selling amazon poet Rupi Kaur.

First offering, a ditty in my more familiar style, ‘writing like rupi’.