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Ángel González Muñiz
‘The cockroaches in my house complain because I read at night’.
I had wondered about the signs of burning
John Kinsella
‘None of it made sense. The house shows / no signs – the old core of the house as it is now – / of fire, of giving up the ghost.’
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’
Three Prose Poems
Sharmistha Mohanty
‘And the evening wind from over the sea makes that threadbare self billow like a tattered sail, all that resisted it now become the air on which it rises.’
Dark Night
Ben Okri
‘On a night when my soul was damp / I found in the street a dark lamp. / The moon was cold and green, / The sky had a sinister sheen’
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.’
Revelations
Ange Mlinko
‘I think of this when raising my eyes / to a filigreed cross in a sanctuary‘’
Song
Silvina Ocampo
‘Oh, nothing, nothing is mine. / I am like the reflections of a gloomy lake / or the echo of voices at the bottom of a blue / well when it has rained.’
Fabric
Richard Meier
‘At midnight on our third and final date / I stepped inside her Edwardian conversion / to find a stripped-pine, bookless space.’
Passing Place
Helen Mort
‘Stall here and let the world / go past, the way / the world well might / on heather-coloured days like this,’
All the Good Help
Togara Muzanenhamo
‘He will not understand her fascination / for rain, these summer months of water / that somehow keep the money coming in.’
