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Limerence

To Ache Is to Almost

/ˈlɪm.ər.əns/ – n. A psychological phenomenon defined by intrusive thoughts, emotional dependency, and euphoric highs tempered by agonising lows, all tethered to the object of affection.

To the outsider: an obsession. To the insider: a revolution.

Limerence is a ghost-making machine. Between limbo and limerick, where the action is the constant lowering and raising of a bar, and the conclusion is “oh that silly old man!” Is it enough to be muse? Must we be immortalised (like this)?

To live with limerence is to live inside the space between the body and the dotted tail of a question mark—stretching out, pulling thin, wrapping yourself in the threadbare edges of almost. It’s not an answer but the shape of an answer you once dreamed about - in intimate ink-blotted detail. It’s a breath held just shy of relief, an ache lodged somewhere between your ribs and your throat. It hurts if you don’t let it sing out of you just a little.

Poetify Wrapped 2024

Come for the Crazy, Stay for the Sexy

Articles posted: 123 - from 11th May 2024 to now, that’s roughly 3.8 posts a week. I honestly don’t know where I get the energy from some weeks! Or why.
Most Read: Introducing: Poet Chaotique — you delicious sods ate this one up as if someone had told you the forbidden fruit had aphrodisiac properties and wasn’t all pomegranates and figs. And given that this one is almost exclusively about yours truly, I am truly, madly, deeply touched.
Most Shared: How Not To Break An Omelette (Break The Eggs) — apparently, you all love your poetry dipped in something thick and saucy, and with plenty of expletives. The things I’ve done for a drizzle of Hollandaise!
One I most enjoyed writing: MemoryGate, York: Theme Park for the Disenfranchised - ah, the one where I ranted at length about my hometown being a glorified theme park for the masses of clueless tourists propped up by coffee shops and union-flagged tat masquerading as “culture”. York Minster is made of 12.2 million meticulously placed matchsticks.
One I almost didn’t share: Persephone does sound kinda hot though - the one where I wasn’t sure I should be saying what I was saying but felt it too necessary to gloss over without saying something at least. Pomegranates at the ready. We’re off down to the pillory!
One where I felt most exposed: Who Ate All The Pies? - this one went a little too deep into my long-term neuroses around body image. As I always say, you’re never too fat for a hat, but you can be cut out of a handbag!

On the perils of being Brilliant

A Field Guide for the Creative Souls Forced to Deal with Mortals

So, you find yourself surrounded, swamped, inundated by a sea of cluelessness. You, with your grand ideas, are forced to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with those who seem allergic to nuance, have a daily word limit of five-syllables, and consider phrases like “think outside the box” daringly original. It’s a daily exercise in patience, restraint, and occasionally, biting your tongue until it practically bleeds. Fear not, brilliant one; here are some survival tactics to help you navigate these extremely dull shark-infested waters.

So what’s a visionary to do when the world around them just can’t keep up?

I don’t even know anymore if I’m being serious. I suppose it doesn’t matter. IYKYK.