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The Blue Clerk
Dionne Brand
‘Now you are sounding like me, the clerk says. I am you, the author says.’
Self-Portrait as Amnesiac
John Burnside
‘Shoeboxes lined with eggs and empty / pomegranates drying in a bowl, / mousebones and wicker, chess pieces, muddled coats.’
The Day Etta Died
John Burnside
‘I was marking a stack of essays / on Frank O’Hara / and each had a Wiki- / paragraph to say / who Genet was.’
Postscript
John Burnside
'the trees / are slender in the way that things / are almost, though not quite / absent'
Two Poems
Niall Campbell
‘And so, last night, so cold, I listened to / the floorboards warp in the unwelcome heat.’
Is Fraid I Fraid Calendars
Anthony (Vahni) Capildeo
‘Haven’t you noticed people / are different since then?’
Windrush Reflections
Anthony (Vahni) Capildeo
‘It is not informational, it is / not a blameshift, it is not / all-lives-matter top down and sideways blank.’
Two Poems
Anthony (Vahni) Capildeo
‘Fingers twirl / composite stems whose colour / twist rock-candies, snake-ladders / precious yellow, less-rare green.’
