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Mary Mulholland – Maybe one day I will love you
Monkeys are pounding the roof,the guardian lizard looks like a dragon,it’s so hot I jump into the pool with my clothes on. No one says anything,they just stare, the way people might stareat a bird that...
View ArticleD’Angelo – Two Poems
Perspectives The Post-it night fits neatly in its perfect yellow square. Yellow not like American cheese but a decommissioned coal mine coughing up canaries. It’s the archaeology of layers that’s the...
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Bath Time by Neil Elder
Bath Time When I’m in the bath, and hear you arriving home, I’m often sorry that you don’t come in to talk to tell me about your day, like people do in films. I would hide my modesty and you would...
View ArticleKlara Hughes – Who shall wall/Self from myself
after Christina Rossetti’s ‘Who Shall Deliver Me?’ (1861) and Fernand Khnopff’s ‘I Lock My Door Upon Myself’ (1891) Dear brother, I’ve been thinking for a while now that my eyes were never that colour,...
View ArticleEve Chancellor – Home Sweet Home
This is the kitchen, the estate agent said. This is where you will have breakfast together at the weekends. Scrambled eggs just the way you like, with a knob of butter, the toast almost burnt. She will...
View ArticleRoberta Bassetti – Night Talk
When we talk in bed, The guards are resting, We listen through dark, Our voices close. Green frogs bleat like lost kids at the fountain. We talk about that. It’s easy. We talk about anything we like....
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Eve Chancellor – Home Sweet Home
EVE CHANCELLOR Home Sweet Home This is the kitchen, the estate agent said. This is where you will have breakfast together at the weekends. Scrambled eggs just the way you like, with a knob of butter,...
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Clare Starling – Pokémon In The Cemetery
Pokémon In The Cemetery At the grave of Blondin Tightrope Walker You got two Great Balls and a Pinap Berry At the Mausoleum of James Morrison You battled with a Growlithe You beat it easily with your...
View ArticleHugo Jeudy – The certainty of your goodness
Last night a boat came in to Ramadi. Blindfolded with rocks, I dreamt of my sisters. There is a rash in this desert a wind in your gaze. Along the edge of your absence, the warm forehead of a child had...
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