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Secrets, lost language, and hope (opens the original)
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FoundlingNone of us can remember him arriving,brought to us perhaps in a heavy rain shower.There was a phone call I think,then the doorbell rang.He had had quite the time of it:three days on MDMA. The ketamine chaserhad left him lost from himself.His face had beautiful angles.I knew at once I wanted to keep him,brought fresh orange juice,a blue duvet and told himeverything was alright now.It seemed okay to stroke his haireven though he had no back story,and couldn’t r
God of the mire, grant us artefact (opens the original)
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Sundew primes its red trapsfor the keeled skimmerwith his gold and latticeworkand the pearl-bordered fritillaryfresh from her natal feast of marsh violet.Sphagnum mosses drink in draught after draught,swell into hummocks, spread into raftswhere sedge flings outits extravagant plumes of seed.Underground, the mire preserves its dead,guarding its acids, locking out oxygen,starting the long translation from gley to peat.Overhead, nightjar and warblertest their stuttering machines.This poem is from G
Something of a state of ecstasy (opens the original)
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High HeelsIt cannot be said I’ve never hadlapses of sanity or taste, the short-livedbelief in a me who can stride not teeterbut if you change the way you look at thingsthe things you look at changesays Wayne Dyer, and it is indeed nicefor us to be able, occasionally, to kisswithout you having to bend downor me stand on tiptoe.’High Heels’ is from Flying Change by Naomi J
Robots, attack! (opens the original)
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Dark EnoughI found her long black coatWay back in the closet. Dark enoughTo be without dimension, dark enoughTo hold nothing but itself in its sleeves.I’ve lain on the ground in the dark enoughTo know what comes crawling out,So I do not check the pockets, do notSmash my face in its frangipani and inhale.The wail I make hardly comes out.I have an affinity for moths.I have my own dark enough.‘Dark Enough’ is from Creature Feature
from Oodle to Mashing (opens the original)
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Many positive things have been said about Stefan Mohamed’s Farewell Tour. Comprising 37 poems over 80 or so pages, it pokes fun at the United Kingdom, leaving few stones unturned, and is at times delightfully silly. Mohamed finds humour in the customs, socio-economic structures, rituals and language of our strange, shared nation, and does so with a light heart. The reviewers quoted within its frontmatter praise its bite and irreverence, as well as Mohamed’s creation of
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