My first poetry half-marathon was 9 years ago. There were about 100 of us. Now, there are more than 500 of us, from all over the world.

That’s one of my favourite things about the poetry marathon, being a small part of a global poetry family. I’ve made friends here whom I’ve never met f2f. And yet I feel close to them, through poetry.

Last year, less than a month after my beloved died, I still did 12 poems in 12 hours, and it helped. As poetry always does. Some of it was even decent 😉. This year, I expect to once again read our amazing work, and be surprised by what I write down.

I’ve been writing all my life, literally. Scribbling lines on my grandmother’s blackboard, filling little notebooks with more scribbles, eventually doing journalism and academic writing and nonfiction and… poetry. So here we go, writing and reading and sharing. Together! Good luck!