There are many ways to tell a story. And there are many ways to read a story. Much like reality, the stories told through poetry can only be understood as fragments- put together piece by piece like a puzzle. “If You Came For Tea And I Didn’t Have...

There are many ways to tell a story. And there are many ways to read a story. Much like reality, the stories told through poetry can only be understood as fragments- put together piece by piece like a puzzle. “If You Came For Tea And I Didn’t Have A Kettle” is a story of this kind. More specifically, it is a collection of around 50 poems, written over the course of a few years. These are poems written through the last of youth as it fades into the bitter potential of adulthood. These are poems written through the all-encompassing hope, grandeur and delusion at the start of first love, to the end of second love and the calm disappointment it brings. These are poems about one life. These are pieces of a life; and these pieces can be put together however you wish to line them up. Maybe you can even find a glimpse of your own life within their cracked surface.