After ages, I was contacted by Hannah Stephenson, a client from several years ago. Hannah as I remembered had a way with words which lead me to no surprise when she reintroduced herself as a contemporary poet authoring a charming and well attended blog called the Storialist. Hannah writes a new freshly brewed poem on her blog everyday and she happened to come across my work on Burn magazine online. It was so humbling to be contacted and told that my body of work was an inspiration for a poem she wrote. I share with you Hannah’s poem and I also dug up an image of hers from my archive to go with this post. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Thank you Hannah!
by Hannah Stephenson
Tell me how you persuaded him wordlessly, one hand in the crease of the sofa’s yielding cushions, the other just above his knee, your fingers brushing corduroy the wrong way.