Britt Wolfe’s Petite Poetry Project
Hi, I’m Britt Wolfe, and welcome to the Petite Poetry Project—an experiment in emotional economy conducted by someone who once tried to describe a single moment of heartbreak and accidentally wrote a 136-page novella and a Spotify playlist. You know that old writing advice about “killing your darlings”? Well, this is me trying to commit a full-blown literary massacre. Of adjectives. Of metaphors. Of entire emotional arcs that I will now be distilling into… tiny, painfully brief poems. Help.
This project is equal parts challenge and cry for help. I am not, by nature, a short-form girlie. I have been known to write four paragraphs to describe a hallway. I have written dialogue tags that required footnotes. My version of “just jotting something down” often involves a minor existential crisis, several snacks, a cry in the shower, and seventeen drafts. But the Petite Poetry Project is my humble attempt to change that. To say more with less. To be poetic without spiralling into an emotional TED Talk every time I have a feeling.
What you’ll find here: tiny poems with big moods. Sometimes soft. Sometimes savage. Sometimes written at 3:47 AM while wearing a hoodie I’ve owned since 2006 and clutching a lukewarm cup of coffee I forgot I made. Always honest. Always raw. Always teetering on the edge of turning into a full-length memoir, but (mostly) resisting.
Will I occasionally relapse and write a 28-line poem about a squirrel I saw once in Banff that reminded me of death? Yes. Almost definitely. But I promise to keep it petite. Or at least petite-adjacent.
So if you love bite-sized heartbreak, cozy little rage spirals, and delicate chaos in lowercase letters—welcome. You’re in the right place. And if you’re here to witness me crumble under the weight of brevity… pull up a chair. The implosion starts now.
