Category: Dispossession
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Gold Friend by Chris Murray: the title is often the last piece of the jigsaw (Irish Times)
This is an excerpt from a reflection on Gold Friend published online in the Irish Times (16/09/2020). Thanks very much to Martin Doyle who offered me the space to write about the book and about Poethead. …The convergence of influence and imagery that is inherent in Gold Friend began at Drimnagh Castle and works from…
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‘Two Wooden Bowls’ and other poems by Mila Kette
River My conscience is fluid. I am river. I flow between sandy shores, embrace swimmers and suicides alike, boats and birds, gazing eyes. The bellies of boats touch my surface, cut through my body. I kiss lost ribbons brought to me by seagulls; I hear their chatter, know their secrets. The wind sings me verses…
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Billy Mills reviews ‘bind’ at Elliptical Movements
Christine Murray is well-known as a champion of women poets via her Poethead blog and the Fired! project. It would be all too easy for this activity to obscure the fact that Murray is a poet in her own right, and on the evidence of bind: a waking book that would be a real pity.…
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“You Really think I wanted him” and other poems by Melvina King
You really think I wanted him You’ve heard the American accent slip from my tongue and I can bet I know what you want to talk about before you ask why I wanted Trump, so you can bask in your feelings of politically superiority take a look at me don’t just focus on my accent…
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The North, Issue 61 (January 2019)
Now I am a Tower of Darkness As a child I knew How, beyond the lamp’s circuit, Lay the shadow of the shadow Of this darkness, Waiting with an arctic kiss In the well of the staircase, Ready to drape the bed with visions No eyelids can vanquish. Now I am a Tower…
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“When The Queen Falls In love” and other poems by Ingrid Casey
Jazz in a Northern City Amidst turmoil, paindragon carried me for nights, to see the Goth. She was in Macbeth with the artist, the room was filling with books, miniature figures, heated exchanges, we rolled downhill, to the galleries. I filled her ears with chocolate, she was beaming. Her black Halloween curls twined around…
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‘Cegenated’ and other poems by Anora Mansour
Saturnian Girls Orbit of cramped pantaloons you offered painted blood as an apology my love. And I take it in turns to disavow the tureen of your torment — your stone soup its coagulated colours seared by Farsi tea and a spoonful of breast milk. You often fantasise about my forest path cries amongst the…
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Poems by Valentina Colonna translated by Pawel Sakowski
Ho raccolto un’ombra quando salivo le scale. Stava giusto scendendo. Mentre toccavo le tegole ho perso un’idea. Rotolava avvolta tra i panni. Poi il vento ha smosso le fila: è scivolata travolta di vuoti. Il carro stava giusto passando. – Flatus Fluit Ad Fortunae Fossam – Ho appena cambiato l’acqua ai…
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A Celebration of Women’s Poetry for International Women’s Day 2018
‘A History of Love Letters’ by Seanín Hughes Miss said every time I told a lie, Baby Jesus had a nail hammered into his hand. She said I had a sad mouth, corners downturned, pointing to hell. Stephen with the p-h had a mouth like sunshine. I gave him a token: a tiny toy…
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‘It Was I’ and other poems by Dolonchampa Chakraborty
Perfect Storm I look at my palm It’s full of scars, crosses and half-lines Neither money nor the life line is full Index finger bends a lot Which means I’m not rigid enough Fingers of my feet are not feminine A desirable bride would have Different set of feet. These are my favourite though…
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