Category: Metamorphoses
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“Curlew” and other poems by Rosalin Blue
Lonesome Occupation Up – up and away in my little studio under the sky drawn back alone – to write That loneliness is the room for concentration bears the space for inspiration strikes the key of motivation to create origination with insane illumination and a wild determination, the poetic flow in motion — oh that cosmic emanation…
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“Needlepoint” and other poems by Erin Vance
Hiraeth In the turpentine afternoon I wanted to beat my wings— hollow so hollow. And in the rectal evening I wanted to be a hummingbird. A hum m ing bird. In the frost-swept night I wished you a Lamb. Soft like cotton balls and languid with musk. Turn me into a violent fresco, Lamb, and…
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“Chattel” and other poems by Kushal Poddar
Panther Unbound My blind uncle asks if it is a fountain. “Ah, a fountain!” he says. “No, a dog licking!” I smile. We both know we fool around a lot. I turn the shower off and rub his back. My mother broke my air-gun against my spine when I failed to sum up success with…
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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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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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‘Following the River Exe on a Wednesday Afternoon’ and other poems by Kate Garrett
Granny Woman The men leave us be; at times like this they take themselves out to the porch with pipes and tin cups. Everyone trusts the granny woman. She knows best, walks for miles when there’s a baby coming, brings her bag along. The bottles of green-smelling whiskey, fat leaves smooth and big as her…
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‘A Proper Poem’ and other poems by Abigail Dufresne
Big Brother Is Watching. I wanted to push off into the crashing, Batter against bridges Be swept away by currents You preferred the shore No sharks on shore No undertows to rip away your red tide sister I wasn’t allowed to kayak without you, And you weren’t willing to hold all my…
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‘Fugue’ and other poems by Chelsea Dingman
British Columbia Pastoral September: almost snow. White sheets across the sky, the fields. How strange the frost, feral over desert hills. Sage brush caught in the cattle’s teeth. The river cuts a swath where I am trying to tell you about grass that presses up through the ground without urging. About…
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Patterns of Sensation – the bodies of dolls by Salma Caller
Silk Velvet Purse Doll Tiny invisible stitches hold rivets that hold rivulets Of silk ending in the darkness Where dreaming continues The sleeping and dreaming of her invisible body Silk Velvet Purse Doll A mille-feuille A body of a thousand layers A thousand gauze tissues A thousand substances Concealing a darkened chamber Entombing A heavy…
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Song To Sequana (Burgundy, 100 BC) and other poems by Tim Miller
SONG TO NEHALENNIA (NETHERLANDS, AD 200) Lady, here are offering for all those whose business has to do with ships the ones from here to Albion & back and the prow you always lean upon; Lady, here are offerings for all those whose business is with the worked earth the ones with and…