The Poetry Club

The Poetry Club is a shared space for poets, readers, and lovers of evocative language to connect through a shared appreciation for poetry and literature. The space brings together poetry, personal notes, short essays, and literary extracts from writers within our community and the wider public. At its heart, The Poetry Club celebrates the voices, ideas, and experiences that shape the relationship between our lives and literature. Through this space, we aim to bring writers and readers closer together, share creative works with wider audiences, nurture literary discovery, and give creative expressions a place to call home beyond the page. From emerging voices to established writers, The Poetry Club exists to celebrate the craft, encourage meaningful connections, and foster a community united by a love for the written word.

Untitled, Alizwa Nazo

I just

I feel like I know who I am,

and I know I don't know why.

Just had a couple drinks with my mother,

and that's probably why.

She bought something I don't drink,

but I drank because I don't have a choice—

black child, no wild...

we never really had toys.

We connected just enough

for me to feel all these emotions,

she brought the man out in me,

fueled with concoctions.

I I still had the words,

but witchcraft is a potion.

And because I love alcohol,

I drank with no notion.

Maybe I'm the boy

who learned too early how to survive.

Maybe I'm the man

who buried things just to stay alive.

Maybe I'm the son

still trying to understand his mother.

Maybe I'm all the things

I became just to survive.

Maybe identity isn't a name,

or a face, or some declaration—

maybe it's what remains of you

after years of adaptation.

Tonight I drank,

and somehow I felt closer to the truth:

a man sitting with his mother,

still carrying the child he used to be.

I feel like I know who I am,

and I know I don't know why.

But maybe somewhere in the morning,

I'll find the words I left behind.

— Untitled, Alizwa Nazo