Category: Images
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“Animals are in Communion” and other poems by Polly Roberts
Animals are in Communion I came home to find him doing nothing. Limp armed. Could do nothing. Sat on the sofa lost to the world. I have some bad news I’ve been seeing ghosts. Birds on water. The day before I received the news, two swans flew low over my head. Their…
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Poems written in Dublin by Sarah Chen
The Defamiliarizing Effects of Walking Around as a Passerby in Dublin City The defamiliarizing effects of walking around as a passerby in Dublin city a camera in hand and a greater inclination to look up are sweeping and various. You suspend dizzy with secrets – knowledge of red bricks and grass blades spoon-songs echoing from…
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“The House of Childhood” and other poems by Ute Carson
The House of Childhood We return to the place where we first heard voices, smelled the air and tasted nourishment, where hands caressed or frightened us, where comfort was our cocoon or neglect made us shiver. The tears of harm are cold, the tears of joy warm as a lagoon. We carry the house of…
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“Birth Mother” and Other Poems by Srilata Krishnan
Birth Mother We are standing in front of the mirror, my daughter and I, brushing our hair and being vain when I think of the doctor’s question: “What was her birth cry like?” I don’t know and never will. She is fine, or will be, I know. But looking in the mirror and into her…
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“English Breakfast Love Song” and other poems by Rhiannon Grant
English Breakfast Love Song I am longing to pour out my soul to you in words which show my creativity and let off my head of steam but my soul is not so liquid it comes out in funny lumps uneven like old-fashioned sugar ready to make sure your tea is always too sweet…
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“mia council casa es tu council casa” and other poems by Ali Whitelock
i am the sea that january. prestwick beach. the sea heaves. swallows herself down like cough syrup in thick slow gulps. we’d sat on this rock just two days before, both of us with our backs to the world staring out across and into the thickness. i counted a thousand and one seagulls that day…
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bind, a waking book by C. Murray
Originally posted on Poethead by Chris Murray: They and I, O how far we have fallen! Just to burn here. You can now order bind via Turas Press bind cover photograph is © Christian Caller, original artwork Bound / Boundless © Salma Ahmad Caller from the Irish Times I am a poet without a landscape, a…
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‘Angel on High’ and other poems by Aoife Read
Angel On High An angel came to me today, small and full of memories a hodgepodge of worn paint, and yellowed glue chipped on her edges and thick with the scent of my youth. Imperfect, old, barely there. You promised her to me when I was as small as her. Imperfect, young, barely there.…
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‘When I was six’ and other poems by Julia Deakin
Valentine It was you, wasn’t it? Sent me a box of genitalia? Not two but twenty-four ripe ovaries with six enormous stamens each engorged with pollen thrusting purple-veined through curvy lips and downy inner folds around a fleshy pistil glistening with a film of moisture round the swollen tip all bursting from a flushed,…
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