Kathryn Lomer

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Linea nigra

An indigo line from extruded navel to pubis, a narrow neat bruise or a compass line tattoo. Beneath it, abdominal muscles asunder, uncleaved like cheeks of a gravid peach. Above it, livid straie of a sun-dried gourd-skin, verandahed by mooning …

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Limerick’s Sons

We knew it as thrumming beat and ribtickle rhyme, not as howling town wrapping steel river, hungry town of whiskied blood and tackleboys, a place to ditch your turpitude, canvas-sway across the ribcage of the world to begin again in …

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