‘I haven’t learned very much in my life, I’ve just become a more / Choreographed disaster’
‘The wet in the air is like signal anxiety: life is about to / change.’
‘the heart is an ocean-sized drum / a rat-sized jellyfish’
‘it’s philosophy / coming from everyone at once // like a ballgown worn by the sky’
‘I am lying in the foetal position on a beach in the east of England.’
‘a cardigan / soft as a creature, smelling of birth and milk’ – New poetry from Liz Berry.
‘When we’re close to weaning / ourselves history gives us its reasons / to return’
‘Now you are sounding like me, the clerk says. I am you, the author says.’
‘Another kind of people hobgoblins / the minds of little men.’
‘Fingers twirl / composite stems whose colour / twist rock-candies, snake-ladders / precious yellow, less-rare green.’
‘my every day is a being in of being / a mixity of worlds’
‘The piano eyes me / from its corner – / colluding with the past’
‘You can’t control your face / The Empire has over-reached / Expressions // Have become flags’
‘I was thick dough when you ran us away. I never / knew you.’
