Annie Freud

Annie Freud

when I get home, I’m going to find out everything there is to know about you. / I’m going to buy seeds and grow pots of you along all the window sills. / I gripped the steering wheel - and laughed and - I HADN’T EVEN SEEN YOU! / It would be like having a child in the house again...
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Edward Ragg

Edward Ragg

how we might wish to look / and how we would like // to appear, though such / explanation lives outside // the experience of seeing…
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Martha Sprackland

Martha Sprackland

I am thinking of you, and the bees are drowning / in the pool. The whole surface is a ballroom, // the tiny pieces move and coruscate and the air / is sticky with humming...
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Doireann Ni Ghriofa

Doireann Ní Ghríofa

through this first rift, flesh-crevice / the lift, the light, the light, the clench and pinch / the cord clamped, cut, the cold, the light, and now / now the swaddle, / now the struggle, / now we begin again...
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emily berry

Emily Berry

I held my arms out, tipped my head back, pictured my protective symbols. / I opened my eyes and saw the sign of the anchor burning. / I had to go.
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