Kirwan Henry



Mammal response

There was shame when my hands shook. When the nurses asked if I suffered from seizures, I said, No. They said it was shock. I never did just sit there when babies or blood left me. I would become the …

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The finally still

Eventually there were too many roosters. Mum lit the fire and loaded the woodstove with silver pots that hissed and steamed like hungry machines. Dad waited by the woodshed while we became foxes, caught flapping bodies as bright as beetle …

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In dreams

my daughter walks through the woods unhooded no basket or breadcrumbs she strays from the path snaps free sugared fretwork from frosted windows wipes hands on the hide of a wolf trimmed to fit her its teeth a stringed toy …

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