Emily Critchley



Working – please stand by

In my house I have a dead father and a dog I care about in my heart house // I mean the dead dog the thing that cares // not the man who is not only dead but only in …

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for Tim Atkins who reminded me what matters

Waking with a whelp & a tiny prod & head of fire of love for you once more my rose bud my dear girl all quaver like when I try to change you all tears & limbs extinguishing the world …

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No title (Last year at Marienbad)

The fur and glue were not enough. They were pretty enough. Just not clear enough. Or maybe too clear. No. It was the blind glue they used. The kind preservatives and artificial sweeteners know best how to avoid. It was …

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Something wonderful has happened it is called you

and mostly these days I just like to look at you and sometimes make words out of your name or rock you in my arms till the thought of I with or without poetry no longer matters. It’s not like …

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