POETRY



Suburban murmurs / A quiet word

we slip on the words that have fallen quiet words are you coming home? eaten by dust mites caught in hairs around the sink tap dripping words I don’t know how to change a washer his fingers fat pencil stubs …

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My Dad and I Are Discussing His Olympic Career

My Dad and I are discussing his Olympic career and I am trying to remember which sport he entered. “None of them,” he says, “but let’s go with hurling.” “Is hurling even an Olympic sport?” I ask. “Of course,” he …

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the feeling of going home

the feeling of going home brings a smile to my cracked and sore lips the quiet terminal the whirring coffee machine in the background waiting for the arms of my mother to engulf my frame her warmth laugh lines worry …

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The Dent

There was a dent in the wall in the living room. About half way up the wall in the middle of the new cream satin wallpaper. It is said that John had run into the wall. That they’d been fooling …

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The Melanin Monologue

||How do you tell your teenage self to stop drinking those bottles of bleach?|| The lacerations left behind by Dove’s latest racist ad campaign Slices its way through layers of caramel and chocolate skin. And apologies may be made, We …

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Minor domestic emergencies

on condition of anonymity the glass breaks its silence. little shards all over my dual national allegiances while wondering what to wear for Albo’s disco. fast cooking and oven fat catches a flare of my self-doubt and burns the afternoon’s …

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Inhale

poisoned bladder ash tray stopped clock dead air a screen door is smacking a metal frame, sounding a death rattle a screen door is smacking a metal frame, sounding a death rattle a screen door is smacking a mental frame, …

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To Sana Solia the Sand Princess

you bubbled as the salt crept into freshwater lenses, wind wrenching the iron roof wailing, gurgling storms drowning grief grain by grain oceanic breath breaking over the shore whispering inhaling exhaling us. it echoes the name of the old princess …

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Supermarket

Painful fluorescent light is the first thing you realise It numbs the noise for a second or so Then that arrives too Rushes into your ears Disturbs the depths of your soul You wish she would stop staring But she …

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Freeman of the Embassy

Has anyone heard of Jimmy Clements? I did as I drank coffee from a chipped mug Aunty sitting in a broken office chair Her feet splayed on the dusty ground The fire is low but the heat Mirrors the fervour …

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Domestic Violence

the vicious cycle perpetrator to victim victim to perpetrator normality an abomination one woman a week dies spitting words like daggers intentions malicious designed strategically to inflict pain It looks like obsessive love an intense man volcanic in eruptions of …

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Household Accounting

isn’t like departmental budgeting at all. No amount of funding pie-chart will turn the lights back on if you don’t have the five-digit password to the email account where the bills are. There is very little put aside for guns. …

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