Note from Kate:

I saw this poem this morning after I read my email.  My email notice sounded sexist and I seriously was planning on ‘Unfollowing’ the author.  Instead, I was blown away by the sensitivity shown  by Luke Atkins.  The author informed us that he wrote it at 4 am.  Just wanted to give him a round of applause for poetry every woman feels and lives.


Venus. A limbless, lifeless lump of antiquity. A marble slab of meticulous, conscientious sexual tension. A photo opportunity—devoid of meaningful human exchange. No change or range. An estrange…

Source: Venus