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A nightbus pretzel, by Britta Benson

Turns out, you can write more than one poem about travelling on the nightbus. So here’s the poem inspired by my return journey. I came back this morning and I’m still a bit dazed, twisted and contorted. If you’ve ever travelled on a bus for a very long time and you happen to be ratherContinue reading “A nightbus pretzel, by Britta Benson”


Nightbus, by Britta Benson

I spent last night on the bus from Glasgow to London, a good eight hours, stuck in the blue tinted light of the bus, staring out into the darkness with virtually no clue where I was. All the places look the same, never more than white letters on blue rectangles at the side of theContinue reading “Nightbus, by Britta Benson”