Since last posting in April 2025 I’ve captured thousands of poems, varying, as do we all, in length, quality and tone. If physical tokens represented each poem, I wager that upon my death it would take a determined grieving family ten or more full car trips to the local charity shop before the lot was rid of. I hope the batch’s bulk ensures that every taste, however niche, is alluded toward, if not outright catered to.
These sleazy treatises I will excrete in indecisive fits and starts in the coming weeks. To anyone who cares, thank you very much for your continued support, and also for the monklike patience you have expressed during my self-enforced dormancy, during which myself and my lovely wife Aoife purchased and live-in renovated an old cottage in rural Ireland.
Happy new year to all x
Alchemisland 
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