Kit Kavanagh-Ryan

Tell Me Like You Mean It 6

Once, I was sitting in my therapist’s office, and she asked me the question ‘Why do you write poetry?’ It’s a very good question; one with many answers, half of which I couldn’t articulate here. I responded to her with something like, ‘It helps me to understand my internal environment.’

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NDIS Access Request Form 2022

It’s paperwork for dinner. An exercise list on the fridge settles next to the electricity bill, by postcards with cracks in their corners. I need to buy vegetables. Wires settle. Knee and wrist, my body heavy next to the electricity …

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Words and Spills: Disability, Sexuality and Cripping Your Poetry

Writing while crip is complicated.

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Kitchen Prep

I have done this before hours pull and twist while splitting seconds bleed.  (eat your damn food. you’ll be hungry later) garlic sticks to skin hours pull and twist while bleeding seconds split as water follows my spine, bent down. “This …

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Ink blooms in skin intent sketched down in blue. my blood presses up against the nib.  fingers (his) brace  breast and knee and thigh (mine). He checks left and right on his hands. “I don’t want to get it wrong!” …

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F-sharp in my mouth bright and shaped to laughter as I stretch lazysweet and safer in my skin now I know you (you know, you— —touch, if you want.  I am vain when I know you look at me.) I tell …

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Left Song

She smiled glass through sunshine, which steals and swallows until Pain like | hot wires coil I stretch, unspooling, fingers long empty space. Hollow as your throat laughter licks up into small spaces words have left song echoes or unprotected …

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