Erased to Be Heard — andrew mitchell

Erased to Be Heard — andrew mitchell

I’ve been wondering what my blackout poems are really trying to say. On the surface, they’re simple: a black marker, a paperback page, and the slow excavation of meaning. But beneath that, something deeper is happening. I think they’re speaking to me—more than I’d realised. Today’s poem read: care about your future the walls of the office have you manipulated I didn’t set out to write something that questioned my work life. Yet those are the wo…