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Meeting the psychiatrist’s wife
Lorraine Mariner
‘The psychiatrist’s wife / has a dress the colour / of that bottle of claret / you shouldn’t have drunk / last night.’
The Burning of the Rocks
John Kinsella
‘What locked-away / state of unawareness, other life form, / brings desire to combust / out of rock exposed to flame’
Dilation
Ben Lerner
‘My role in the slaughter doesn’t disqualify the beauty I find in all / forms of sheltered flame.’
Waterloo East
Lorraine Mariner
‘On one of those mornings / when I felt like resigning / from my life.’
Oak
Jamie McKendrick
‘When my father saw an advert in the Echo / for a big house at a peppercorn rent / he rang.’
sleeping far from home
Soledad Marambio
‘They told her a thrush came into the house / and fell asleep by the TV.’
The Sun in a Box
Caleb Klaces
‘When I was younger I drafted a memory. / I drew a rectangle on a piece of card / and called it a computer.’
We’ll always have Paris
Richard Meier
‘I’d gone there with my girlfriend of three years, / then left her three days after meeting you.’
Sunday Drive Home
David Masello
‘On the drive down the Taconic, / you sleep, your head sinks then snaps / up when it reaches some reflex angle.’
