Museum I am custodian of this exhibition of erasures, curator of loss. I watch over pages of scribbles, deletions, obliterations, in a museum that preserves not what is left, but what is lost. Where arteries are unblocked, I keep the missing clots. I collect all the lasered tattoos that let skin start again. In this … Continue reading Two poems by Doireann Ní Ghríofa
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Three poems by Jessica Traynor
Road This old invention: immaculate in morning sunshine, relaxing in the heat like a girl who wants to dance although the night has been long. Guided by the central yin, a car reveals children’s faces – morning daisies shut tight against the last of the frost. A second shared with them; fractured understanding grasped … Continue reading Three poems by Jessica Traynor
A poem by David Andrew
All Day, the Rain "When is a culture as a whole to be thought of as a system of modifications of our lives as talkers? And would this imply that there is something undefined in human life, pre-cultural as it were?" Cavell In the exquisite factory of the cell life lives on. A language … Continue reading A poem by David Andrew
‘Fox on the garden shed roof’ by Fiona Moore
Fox on the garden shed roof Considering the insolence the bold-as-brass of you your burdening with cliché how your look is purpose clothed in sand-red fur (like grass discoloured, peed-on! when you took possession of my territory) I stand firm and watch. Which is like war between us, kitchen sink to roof and eye … Continue reading ‘Fox on the garden shed roof’ by Fiona Moore
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