Tag: The Poets’ Republic
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“Villanelle to Cold Psalms” and other poems by Jane Burn
Villanelle to Cold Psalms Here among the gloam owls, their cry of cold psalms I am treetops, bearing a crown of night. The dark is born. I imagine the death I would make in the strange of your arms, shiver beneath the void of stars, sing the charm of moths. Wish them against my neck.…
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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…
Chris Murray 