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WILL BAKER
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London-based writer, illustrator and printmaker | 183cm tall (83cm without legs)
Mainly a work-in-progress
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‘Copse’
by Will Baker

Towards the end of summer,
when the warmth
bunches like cobwebs of orange sun,
we go our separate ways.
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May 21, 2025 at 4:57 PM
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‘Clarity’

When I say I want to write about love,
What I really mean is
I want to write about you

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May 20, 2025 at 8:56 AM
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All we need, sometimes, is confirmation that we’re in the right place doing the right things—publication of one of my poems is certainly that!

My poem ‘Park in Early Hours’ as seen in Seedlings IV: Winter issue.

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‘Park in Early Hours’ by Will Baker First published in Seedlings IV: Winter 2025 Slow-burning flighty souls, scarce and singly flickering in the glazed shadow of the ovum day—the final splatters from a paintbrush wiped on a rag. These sprouted spores grow for the sky's heavy eye to burn through its cirrus lashline, runner through the trees and the old man on the bench as they pass. The fox watches a boy stumbling through the flowerbeds, music still in his hair, eats a chip then throws the rest in a bin. The dawn's chorus draws homeward. ******** A poem written during the first lockdown back in 2020 that cherishes outdoor spaces and the unsaid relationships and ecology between people and nature. Showing the inside of my “Mission Control” notebook where I organise my thoughts, ideas, and goals across all enterprises (work, personal, creative). Here is my mind map of ideas for creative pursuits specifically and at the top is the goal “Get Published”. Beneath is a progress bar counting to 4 indicating my goal to get publish 4x this year. The first number has been ticked off in cyan pen A flat lay of the poem as printed in the Seedlings IV: Winter issue. This poem is hand printed using the traditional letterpress method where metal type is arranged into a chase by hand before ink is rolled on the letters and a print pulled. You can see the imperfections and the texture of the ink and paper characterised by this print method.
May 19, 2025 at 12:41 PM
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'Turning the Corner'

Carried on the spring sea-spray,
the chiffchaff returns,
its warbling announcement of
days stretching.
It’s a promise of more chances to change.
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‘Turning the Corner’ by Will Baker Carried on the spring sea-spray, the chiffchaff returns, its warbling announcement of days stretching. It’s a promise of more chances to change. Perhaps this time, I will teach you my voice. Not its sound or its timbre but its place in which to find a home. Commit it to memory the way I know each cell of your body by name— this one is Peace, that one, Longing. It will take effort. It will take a great bravery. On my part. How crucial I thought it to read the words between your shoulder blades when, really, what was more important was tracing the line with my finger to keep track of where I was. And how loud I should sing for you to hear. **** A poem about saying being vulnerable in response to the #NaPoWriMo prompt ‘turning a corner'
April 19, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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My MA in Comparative Literature is now…complete. After 2-and-a-bit years and one full-time job, it’s all wrapped up, and I’m feeling particularly chuffed #masters #uni #dissertation #MA #comparativeliterature #literature
March 25, 2025 at 10:41 AM
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Mary Oliver poems are so amazing because you’ll be like “I feel bereft and hopeless and so alone” and she’ll be like “ok, but have you ever really thought about moss?” And it turns out you haven’t. Tweet by @baddestmamajama
March 11, 2025 at 7:16 AM
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‘Lenten’

Each day, the sun comes earlier.
I see it creep beneath
the door and the dancing
shadows of March.

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Lenten by Will Baker Each day, the sun comes earlier. I see it creep beneath the door and the dancing shadows of March. We nearly forgot how to know each other. I go to the park I think of as yours, and the pond is the only eye that sees the blackthorn blossom. Among the trees with matchstick buds waiting to be struck: a woman walks her pomeranian nosing the crocuses, a squirrel flicks its tail. On a bench, two people bring their knees closer together, and a man hugs his son. It's like you've taught me to remember. ***** A poem about learning to open you heart for others in response to the #Vss365 prompt ‘pomeranian’
March 8, 2025 at 4:29 PM
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The scribbles for this poem written to the screeching of the Victoria Line

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Page from a notebook showing the work in progress of a poem responding to the Vss365 prompt ’copse’.
March 8, 2025 at 3:15 PM
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‘Copse’

Towards the end of summer,
when the warmth
bunches like cobwebs of orange sun,
we go our separate ways.

[…]

#poetry #poem #wip #Vss365 #prompt #copse #poetrycommunity #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity
‘Copse’ by Will Baker Towards the end of summer, when the warmth bunches like cobwebs of orange sun, we go our separate ways. Mirgate home, red admiral. Carry on the refracted colours, your joyful scales, a latent memory of your smile. Lips curl. The trees' leaves. Against the push-pin groves of the landscape, autumn blushes. Go to the place where the leaves fall slowest still. There, I may finally speak freely. From the heart, one word— stay **** A poem about saying good-bye in response to the #Vss365 prompt ‘copse’
March 7, 2025 at 3:23 PM
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The work in progress for #Vss365 #Involution
March 6, 2025 at 1:12 PM
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#Vss365

’Snail’

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The snail, climbing the branch,
does not feel this torment but carries
its involute self within a globe
and makes a home there.

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’Snail’ by Will Baker Nothing less than the abandonment of folding ourselves. Sweet cruelty. There are no rules to our names as there are, a sheet of paper. Every new crease brings an older face closer. The snail, climbing the branch, does not feel this torment but carries its involute self within a globe and makes a home there. Learn peace. Return. Each day, like the snail or the moon lifting itself from the mountain. ******** A poem on self-acceptance in response to the #Vss365 prompt ’Involution’.
March 6, 2025 at 11:21 AM
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‘I know now why it is you ask of a wound—
you were never shown how to heal.’

Final verse of a work-in-progress poem about depression and grief.

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Remember, this does not have to mean the end of your life. Open the window and let the jackdaw feast. I know now why it is you ask of a wound— you were never shown how to heal. Final verse of a poem which includes themes of depression, anxiety, grief and pain.
March 5, 2025 at 11:54 AM
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This evening’s ramblings #poety #smallpoem #poem #lovesick #WIP
March 4, 2025 at 7:05 PM
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I’m not asking for a lot
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”But I don’t want plenty,” I think when you tell me of the fish in the sea. A short poem by Will Baker reflecting on unrequited love. The speaker expresses a desire for less, not wanting "plenty," in contrast to the idea of an abundance of options, represented by the "fish in the sea" that another person mentions. The poem suggests a deeper longing for something more meaningful than just having many choices.
March 3, 2025 at 8:24 AM