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We did it! I’m crying! I’ve just heard we have got funding again. And this time it is even bigger, better, more intriguing. Oh what a life it is to be sober and doing what you love.

I wrote a piece for The Times which is out today! Obv about Aftershock, my new poetry book and how Evian once put my face on water bottles around the world. Oh, and the crisis. And how it led to *all this*.

Thanks @thetimes @aliceazania
Cc @aftershockpoetry @verve.publisherofpoetry @drannapercy @suzisbookbag

@aceagrams

I wrote a piece for The Times which is out today! Obv about Aftershock, my new poetry book and how Evian once put my face on water bottles around the world. Oh, and the crisis. And how it led to *all this*.

Thanks @thetimes @aliceazania
Cc @aftershockpoetry @verve.publisherofpoetry @drannapercy @suzisbookbag

@aceagrams

I wrote a piece for The Times which is out today! Obv about Aftershock, my new poetry book and how Evian once put my face on water bottles around the world. Oh, and the crisis. And how it led to *all this*.

Thanks @thetimes @aliceazania
Cc @aftershockpoetry @verve.publisherofpoetry @drannapercy @suzisbookbag

@aceagrams

I wrote a piece for The Times which is out today! Obv about Aftershock, my new poetry book and how Evian once put my face on water bottles around the world. Oh, and the crisis. And how it led to *all this*.

Thanks @thetimes @aliceazania
Cc @aftershockpoetry @verve.publisherofpoetry @drannapercy @suzisbookbag

@aceagrams

I wrote a piece for The Times which is out today! Obv about Aftershock, my new poetry book and how Evian once put my face on water bottles around the world. Oh, and the crisis. And how it led to *all this*.

Thanks @thetimes @aliceazania
Cc @aftershockpoetry @verve.publisherofpoetry @drannapercy @suzisbookbag

@aceagrams

I wrote a piece for The Times which is out today! Obv about Aftershock, my new poetry book and how Evian once put my face on water bottles around the world. Oh, and the crisis. And how it led to *all this*.

Thanks @thetimes @aliceazania
Cc @aftershockpoetry @verve.publisherofpoetry @drannapercy @suzisbookbag

@aceagrams

I wrote a piece for The Times which is out today! Obv about Aftershock, my new poetry book and how Evian once put my face on water bottles around the world. Oh, and the crisis. And how it led to *all this*.

Thanks @thetimes @aliceazania
Cc @aftershockpoetry @verve.publisherofpoetry @drannapercy @suzisbookbag

@aceagrams

My new book has a cover! Out November 2025 with @verve.publisherofpoetry https://www.vervepoetrybookshop.com/product-page/well-done-you-didn-t-die-max-wallis

💜💜💜

“What do you mean Prue is writing poetry again? Doesn’t she just want to relax?”

Hey everyone! I’m considering offering mentoring to poets via Zoom/email - how to craft a pamphlet, how to write about what you want to write about, etc. Anyone interested? Comment MENTORING below or DM me mentoring too.

Hey everyone! I’m considering offering mentoring to poets via Zoom/email - how to craft a pamphlet, how to write about what you want to write about, etc. Anyone interested? Comment MENTORING below or DM me mentoring too.

Prue says please buy one of our five offerings so that she can have a fan with a misting function JUST FOR HERSELF!

www.aftershockreview.com

We are in Spain courtesy of @lauratamako !
Endless ripples, @aceagrams x

See, this is why I shouldn’t go in shops. I went to get salad and came home with a 40kg garden bed I had to single-handedly shuffle down the alley behind my house and build in the sun on three hours sleep.

At least the cats now have a double bed and sofa.

Yes, definitely the cats.

See, this is why I shouldn’t go in shops. I went to get salad and came home with a 40kg garden bed I had to single-handedly shuffle down the alley behind my house and build in the sun on three hours sleep.

At least the cats now have a double bed and sofa.

Yes, definitely the cats.

See, this is why I shouldn’t go in shops. I went to get salad and came home with a 40kg garden bed I had to single-handedly shuffle down the alley behind my house and build in the sun on three hours sleep.

At least the cats now have a double bed and sofa.

Yes, definitely the cats.

In the jungle the mighty jungle

In the jungle the mighty jungle

In the jungle the mighty jungle

2 years and 3 months ago today, I got in an Uber fully intending to jump off a bridge in London. And no, I wasn’t wanting a swim.

Instead, somehow, through vodka and the remnants of drugs rattling through my nervous system, I got out near St Paul’s with a bottle of vodka in my bag and wept in the pre-morning service.

I was wearing pyjama shorts and losing my mind.

Sometimes now I wonder if that was the day I found the beginning of my mind again.

I was detained. I went to hospital. I lied to get out. Days later I fled London, got sober, got clean, and reconnected with family I had mostly been estranged from for years.

I’m now almost 2 years and 3 months sober.

After I wrote this piece for the Standard, I was diagnosed with complex PTSD too.

My world shrank again. I was bed bound on and off with night terrors, extreme fatigue and flashbacks. My parents cooked me lunch and dinner for more than a year.

And somewhere in that smallness, Aftershock began.

Not because I was well. And definitely not because I had a plan. But because I needed somewhere to hold the aftershock and people to ride the ripples with me.

I needed poems that understood what happens after. I needed language for the body still remembering when everyone else thinks the crisis is over. I kept thinking, surely I am not the only one.

The Aftershock Review came from that bed. From my parents’ house. From the soup Mum made me most days. From the night terrors. From recovery. From shame. From tenderness. From the tiny daily miracle of not leaving the world forever.

Life is brilliant and awful and brutal and overwhelming and hard. The last year has been, even with the success of Aftershock, very difficult.

But nothing can change what happened to you, and still you can build something from the place where it nearly ended.

You can still find people.

You can still make a life.

So here we are.

The incomparable Ocean Vuong (@ocean_vuong) enjoying ‘queer eden’ @charlestonlitfest after his sell out festival event! Hope you enjoy reading @aftershockpoetry, Ocean - Max. Via @suzisbookbag