Thank you again for submitting my piece. It's definitely a topic hard to discuss but much needed. Appreciate all who poured their hearts out. I can sense the pain in each piece. But knowing that I'm not alone in this pain is a great feeling
An extraordinary collection. Profiles in courage. I salute you all, and I'm glad you're all here. My thanks to BCP for erecting such a big tent, and making everyone feel so welcome.
I’m in shock and awe at all the pain, beauty, raw talent and authenticity in this collection. Every writer he has blown me away, broken my heart and soul and is now mending it with all the love shown. Thank you to everyone who shared their poetry. And thank you to everyone who reads these, and continues to read and support BCP.
Where do I even start... So many favourites. The boy's narration always makes me shiver. So SO good! But I have to give a special mention to Dan J Wilson because I have been where you've stood. I didn't catch the bus (I drove). I didn't reach the fence; I couldn't get out of my car. My dead brother spoke to me. He saved me from jumping. I've written that story :)... Dan, I don't know you, but I'm so glad you didn't jump 🤍🖤
I want to echo your special mention. Dan, your piece was truly “A fucked up pilgrimage” in every sense. I feel like I went on it with you. I felt every inner thought you had, and felt every consideration you took, and most of all, Im so glad you never made it to the end of that pilgrimage. Instead, I believe, you made it through to a different pilgrimage. And I’m so grateful you’re now walking with us, sharing your innermost self with all of us 💛
Thank you all for sharing this poetry with us. Ann's son's poem turned the tears into something more. Every one of these is gut-wrenching. I don't have much else to say. One Love.
I am happy that so many have a place to share their voices and pleased to be a part of it.
Thank you for sharing yours, an important voice.
Oh my! I got stuck here and I doubt I'll be out in days. Every poem and poet brought the game on and it's a melody.
A perfect body of work BCP. Y'all should sing
Thank you, sweet Ral 🙌🏻🙌🏻
Thank you again for submitting my piece. It's definitely a topic hard to discuss but much needed. Appreciate all who poured their hearts out. I can sense the pain in each piece. But knowing that I'm not alone in this pain is a great feeling
It’s a difficult topic to write about, and you my dear, let it ALL out.
Superb from start to finito.
An extraordinary collection. Profiles in courage. I salute you all, and I'm glad you're all here. My thanks to BCP for erecting such a big tent, and making everyone feel so welcome.
Erecting community-centric tents is my specialty 🥹🥹🙌🏻.
Thank you for sharing your piece.
I look forward to diving into these beautiful contributions... thank you all for your art and sharings on such a sensitive topic.
Thank you for your continued support, sweet Jill 🥹🙌🏻
Writing about pain is a solitary activity. Living is lonely. But together? We alter the Universe.
What a bunch of sorcerers. So happy to be here.
Living is lonely = the title for your memoir.
I called it first 🥰🥰.
I love that
What a brave and gorgeous collection! Each one a deep breath into the rawness. Thank you for sharing these words.
Sam, your piece was incredible. It really stood out.
Wow! 🤩 thank you
I’m in shock and awe at all the pain, beauty, raw talent and authenticity in this collection. Every writer he has blown me away, broken my heart and soul and is now mending it with all the love shown. Thank you to everyone who shared their poetry. And thank you to everyone who reads these, and continues to read and support BCP.
ShOcK & aWeStRuCk
Where do I even start... So many favourites. The boy's narration always makes me shiver. So SO good! But I have to give a special mention to Dan J Wilson because I have been where you've stood. I didn't catch the bus (I drove). I didn't reach the fence; I couldn't get out of my car. My dead brother spoke to me. He saved me from jumping. I've written that story :)... Dan, I don't know you, but I'm so glad you didn't jump 🤍🖤
As soon as I read Dan’s submission in email, I felt chills. And I thought about your experience with that place.
Ah, you remember, Edward :) It’s a chilling place, alright 🖤
I want to echo your special mention. Dan, your piece was truly “A fucked up pilgrimage” in every sense. I feel like I went on it with you. I felt every inner thought you had, and felt every consideration you took, and most of all, Im so glad you never made it to the end of that pilgrimage. Instead, I believe, you made it through to a different pilgrimage. And I’m so grateful you’re now walking with us, sharing your innermost self with all of us 💛
That is beautiful, Harry :) My thoughts exactly 🤍🤍
I'm left speachless and in tears 🖤 so much talent, so much power in words.
Tina your piece had me in tears. And you’re the second one so you can imagine I was f**ked for the rest 😂
“she is so strong
i never wanted to be strong
i never wanted to feel excommunicated from life”
This broke me. You write so viscerally and beautifully.
Thank you for the kind words about my writing, it was definitely the most emotionally open I have been in my writing in a long time.
Thank you for being you, Tina.
Your piece was relentless, and oh-so-oh pOwErFuL ⚡️⚡️⚡️
Thanks to all co-authors in this collection.
This is an uncompromising, raw n’ real anthology, and every writer and reader makes the change 🌪🖤.
I’m extremely impressed with the feeling, candor, and talent of the authors. You all rock, dealing with this difficult subject.
Thank you Emma. I appreciate you holding our words 💛
Thank you, Emma
Thank you all for sharing this poetry with us. Ann's son's poem turned the tears into something more. Every one of these is gut-wrenching. I don't have much else to say. One Love.
I second this 📢
I loved your piece, HR
This is too sad
It’s a lot. 🙏🙏🙏
It’s a brutal collection.
It needed to exist 🙏🖤
Ruth, thank you! I found that line about attention-seeking to be so eye opening.
I feel too much as well. Then I switch to my bot mode.
So honored to have you read and experience my words.