
‘Someone’s rhythm sneaking in again. Sharing a language. The osmosis of rubbing up. Communing.’ (Kathleen Fraser)
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Jane Hartshorn: ‘Cardinal’ and ‘Blood Count’
Cardinalwe are crouching overa rabbittrying to discernthe cause of deathtangle of innardsbrocade of purplespleen hot breathof flesh crampedcentipede of thesmall intestinethe dashed cardinalof its open throatindigo-soaked andsteaming runicmy tongue lying heavyin my mouthsqueezing musclesin sequencethe sound of grass and violettearing from the tap-root Blood Countthe cold of the instrumentas it pushes underslipping into dermislike an…
Scott Lilley: sonnet simp
to begin, and no matter how deconstructed the form, in a collection of sonnetsit is somewhat unavoidable that the reader may expect to interpret a love poem.What I mean by this is that said love poem may not necessarily be some overtor passionate elucidation rather may contain yearning, an object of desire, the whimto achieve…
Piero Toto: Trade Lite
the 55 to Clerkenwellbears bodies I don’t needcrouching at the backthey ask why sad, cherie?you love me like Diana Rosson summits I can’t reachat Xmas here I swapa crown for tortoise dustwhile queens dance& vogue asking~?the lights crawl back upto whisper turn aroundlet’s walk me backgoodnight I typeblue ticksremember me todaymy mother slumpedin dreamsplastic wakes…