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Dear Reader --

Dear Reader --

In December 2017, a new open mic night arrived in Worcester City Centre. Founded and hosted by Charley Barnes, Dear Listener spent twelve months making a name for itself as a loud and unashamedly sweary but safe space for poets to voice their grievances, concerns, and feelings - oh, so many feelings. In the first twelve months of running Dear Listener, Charley heard fresh and familiar voices alike grow in confidence and capability - so, Charley thought, why not try to replicate that on an even larger scale?

And here we are - Dear Reader.

From January 4th, 2019, Charley will be opening her digital inbox to all manner of poetic voices - whether you've performed at Dear Listener or not. This isn't intended to be a space for open mic regulars but rather an entirely new space for anyone, no matter their experience or background, to come and share their poetry.

Over the coming months, Charley hopes to fill these online pages with poetry galore, and that's where you come in...

Dear Reader already has a sparkly Submissions Guidelines page to guide you through the process of submitting work here. So, if you'd like to be involved, then we'd like to hear from you. Please take a look through our guidance page before submitting and, if you've got any questions hanging about after that, please feel free to email them to us: dearreadersubmissions@gmail.com

We look forward to hearing from you!

- Charley

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