THE 8 BECAME 9

Eight randomly chose people from around the world during lockdown; another lockdown. 

I’m not sure why it began this way. Maybe it was something to do with being sat, on my own, at home and unable to really see anyone.

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So, I wrote eight individual poems that were based on eight well known poems that I felt eight unrelated individuals from around the world would read in eight disconnected homes. 

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Eight individual meetings that couldn’t happen.

Eight individual poems that were written.

Eight individual paintings that were finished. 

The Eight.

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I then took a look in the mirror and eight...became nine