TMLYMI v4

Edited by Susie Anderson


Cordite Poetry Review

This is where you hear the echo

LOCATION: What does it mean to be in narrative, to feel narrative hyphen in your body Who spies a doorway, to pose a question of passage between your lips When same vowel sounds within same word, or in words near …

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When Back Where You Came from Doesn’t Want You Either

Even if I replaced the piercings in my ear with transparent studs and lied about a worried wife waiting back home for me and wore long sleeves over the ink that covers my arms and told crass jokes about cheap …

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Love Carefully

Studies have been done on the impulse found within children to wave off morning trains south bound to elsewhere goodbye, you were here for only a moment, and by noon we’ll have forgotten you, goodbye, goodbye I want to know …

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Only Heaven

Hozier playing when we climbed into the backseat of my car parked by the oval on Gay St – your idea, we laughed and perhaps I am naive for not seeing it coming, for missing it, turning to shut the …

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Untitled Grasp

Callow in a treasure cave Peering through a finger hole Wanting finger stiffens With chalky cuticles billowing All gargles of what is and isn’t Catch a breath of something Deftly capacious After divorces, dated feelings Without notions of solidity We …

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when i tell you to run, you must run

almost like x-ray vision the new skin of here they come and soon the owl back to life will notice what happened in time as well as the egg yolk deposits for our new bodies each nightmare kept under pillow …

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The Camera Adds 10 Pounds: A Short Film Analysis

A body in Cube (1997) A body in Ghost Ship (2002) A body in Resident Evil (2002) A body in Elfen Leid (2004) The One Where an Infinitely Thin Blade Penetrates the Skin, Goes Clean Through, and it All Stays …

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free meat on a suburban street

Special thanks to Vale, the mentioned friend oscillating from disassociation to despair i try to write a poem & i can’t so i read abt vultures puking & shitting on an NYC couple’s luxury condo in florida & how one …

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Beginning and Ending with a Line from Hera Lindsay Bird

love comes back harder falling in love with you for the second time is trying to sail back to the harbour against a headwind that I hardly felt as a tailwind sailing out so confident though I’ve never been on …

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Intergenerational status anxiety is a pending job app

Suburban mums at Highpoint Shopping Centre (highlights in hair, talons on hands) remind me of white lion statues worn as jewellery on brick McMansions; I can hear the hose watering the concrete driveway from my childhood. I wanna tape myself …

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Because It’s Slower It Races Away

Someone at the place that used to be Michel’s Patisserie but is now called something else and is in fact something entirely else but despite efforts seems more generic than Michel’s Patisserie with its new mint green and blonde wood …

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Generated I

// My brain is curing me forgiveness aches in her belly I look at her in the window and collapse into nothingness // My heart is knotting me won’t you please warn someone I gasp at us and break apart …

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Soft Edges

tea is a bush art stoke the fire whisper to coals with a charred billy can boil rainwater on smoky white box don’t even consider a bag leaves in the teapot steep black oolong wait and wait and wait add …

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this is just another receipt

& yes I’ll carry it like all the others waiting for the dan when I don’t wake up thinking about all the debts I owe to people in my life all the money I’m doing wrong in this sci-fi film …

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Little Animal

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in/on/swamp

rather buoyant to throw around a word like ‘paradise’1 but I’d take bats ova beeps & bastards any day— & greens, flakey tans & periwinkle eeks somewhere in another dimension, a silver commodore zips past a window & a nuttelex-haired …

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Two Scenes

expand, taut skin sparking sharp and hot. peel off rocks, curved vessels full of yawning toothy sky or that teary green, thousand winking archives, cut-glass shoulders. here I echo and unfold like a napkin taking flight in sudden wind, waiting …

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