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Never did amount to anything

Dorothea Lasky

‘Hi there, dear sister, I’m sad / But here to tell you / That you never did amount to anything’

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Linked

Ruth Ozeki

‘old poems, like polished stones, / tumbled words to break my teeth on.’

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Pyjamas

Rodney Koeneke

‘Lover, does it matter / how the river spends its glitter’

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The Common Cold

Laura Kasischke

‘But here we are again, you and I, the / two of us, tangled / up and biological.’

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The first resurrection

Laura Kasischke

‘The moth locked up all / winter in the strongbox.’

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Revelations

Ange Mlinko

‘I think of this when raising my eyes / to a filigreed cross in a sanctuary‘’

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Ange Mlinko | First Sentence

Ange Mlinko

‘I rediscovered the efficacy of meter (or the ‘contrast between fixity and flux’) when I was stuck in a shark tunnel with my kids and was afraid I was coming down with a panic attack.’

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Passing Place

Helen Mort

‘Stall here and let the world / go past, the way / the world well might / on heather-coloured days like this,’

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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.’

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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’

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Dilation

Ben Lerner

‘We need to harness the vaguely erotic disappointment that attends the realization you aren’t being followed.’

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Blueberries

James Lasdun

‘I’m talking to you old man. / Listen to me as you step inside this garden’

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How Long is the Coast of Britain?

Jynne Martin

‘It is the hour for farewells. It is the hour.’