In these days of social media, we're sending less letters to each other. But not to worry. We're keeping the Royal Mail alive delivering our online shopping. Thanks to Dave and Neil for this pic of teenage me Teenage me wrote a lot of letters. I wrote poetry too. It was all rather heartfelt I'm afraid. Desperately worried about talking to actual human beings, and hiding all my fear in a shroud of Goth, I put an advert in Raw magazine for penpals. I suspect some of the people who responded weren't looking for penpals. Anyhow, I ended up writing to lots of young men, most of whom were not in prison. It was brilliant. Most of them sent me compilation tapes (not that that ages me at all), and pictures of themselves. There was one who sent a picture of himself in a tent, wearing a sleeping bag. All long hair and cheeky monkey. There was one who said he'd pop round when he got out of prison - my Mum wasn't keen. The...
A poetry blog from Cara L McKee