Poetry
Through the Sea Black as Tar
I cannot reach you… If the waves would rise on the first day of September a Prince of Venice will depart down the sea..
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I cannot reach you… If the waves would rise on the first day of September a Prince of Venice will depart down the sea..
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I only want to know your name. there is a drizzle of homemade jam on this memory i think i have, like a hug under..
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(1) On Rogation Sunday in a field in Kent The flowing blessing is presently underway. And in a building too shy to hold a woman..
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Scour-faced, jet-lagged, fresh from the airport, they plod up the tower’s steps and stare across to the Old Man of Storr’s sky-pointing finger. And..
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I. She relates to me that a race vet in Kaltag has misplaced a glove, gone gloveless and at forty below developed frostbite. This year,..
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It has become mechanistic at this point. I placed the blade in your larynx. I have grown tired of your voice. Your speech isn’t free…
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They were trying to catch my eye as I hurried past an old tree, the abandoned pencil factory, and what was rumored to be a..
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Here beneath the hems of evergreen, beside the weathered shed where sunlight doesn’t reach, the housewife squints and takes it all in until she sees..
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At 23 let us count the things We have lost to the fire: We entered the Corporate We skipped the breakfast On Monday mornings We..
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Heavy snowfall at a military base, in a scorching Naples in August: where the Austrias, and after them the Borbons, and much later Maradona, and..
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No trial, truth murdered in cold blood, an innocent man slain. Kannagi stormed the palace in rage, the woman’s wrath unrestrained At the palace the diamonds spilled forth..
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Addah Belle’s pocket watch stands openon my desk like a sandwich boardadvertisement.I want to shrink down and crawl under it,camping in my ticking tent. Constellationsand..
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I pressed “performance poetry” into YouTube’s search box kept company by a simplified magnifying glass on the right (in its own light-grey box): a type..
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Over coffee, you tell me that it settles in your lungs way better than in your stomach. You tell me about those long drives when..
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Black; The colour of my hair that you ran your fingers through And clutched and pulled back and Gasp; As our legs twirled under sheets..
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Practice pirouettes in a safe place Clear of any sharp tweets or leaked emails Know your retracted position before you start Keep your shoulders and..
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“every ecology depends on death” cotyledons green to their task of rising into trees, unruffled by captions in a town in India a driver races..
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Though your bones will turn to dust There is still time to love and lust Though your muscles soon will rot And memory will slip..
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“ there are two ways of getting home and one of them is to stay there” – G.K Chesterton no more does..
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my otherness sticks with me no matter where I go : never loan out your rainy day : how many bodies are we :..
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The studio was lit by December smog, you’d make tea make lunch make breathless moans, then you burned plastic paint to make statements about the..
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A deer park, a duck lake, a fort— “It’s colder here, isn’t it?”— “Yes; we’ll walk fast, ok?” Distress clouds your eyes: “You should’ve got..
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lately my mind is a dreamy soup Yours, polished rosin. I stand grey as a doorway To embody sleep my chance to mishear when you..
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I find it amusing, yes when people refer to their nation as the Mother Land. My mother’s land is not mine. I have no claim..