Tag: the moth
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“A Gradual Eden” and other poems by Audrey Molloy
A Gradual Eden After the lava had cooled, hardened like a carapace over the fresh-earth graves of our marriages, nothing happened for a while. Sure, you and I still talked all night, once dared to walk arm-in-arm like a real couple to the Vietnamese restaurant with the string-bead curtain and napkins folded into swans. I…
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Poems from ‘We’ll Sing Blackbird’ by Rebecca O’Connor
Domestic Bliss I place a jug of lavender on the table to mask the smell of mould from under the fridge while you draw nails to hammer with your fist. Then I draw a hammer, and watch as you try to lift it from the page. by day it’s Mr Men, Mad Men,…
Chris Murray 