The Last Breath Poet
A journey through verse.
A space for poetry written at the edge of certainty, where illness, waiting, and ordinary survival meet small miracles, quiet laughter, and the need to keep going.
Written by D. Star, a Liverpool-based poet, living and writing through cancer treatment and uncertainty.
You’re welcome to stay awhile.
These poems were written during a period of treatment and waiting.
Not to explain suffering away, but to notice what exists alongside it.
Wilderness
There ain’t no place called wilderness,
It’s just a trick, a false address.
A word you made to split the scene,
To crown yourself the go-between.
But mate, your name is dirt, it’s true,
Humus, soil, that’s all of you.
Poetry
A selection of poems written across different moments and cycles.
Some brief. Some unfolding slowly.
Each one given its own space.
Poetry echo
Reflections, fragments, and moments between poems.
