Tricia Dearborn



Everything including the obvious

for Cynthia how can I describe you, my surprise, my unpredictable your mind encompasses multitudes while I am down on my knees squinting at the particular your brain works sideways like a crab but in every direction at once on …

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[20] Calcium

A flask is laid on the electronic scale and tared to zero. I start with a small job lot, topped up with smaller and smaller increments. Index finger gently taps the silver spatula’s side, loosing a miniature sheet of fine …

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Phlegm: a love poem

I’m reading Maggie Nelson occasionally stopping to cough up phlegm in some indeterminate post-fever stage of the flu she’s living on a canal with a junkie boyfriend or that’s how I read it the poems might as well be called …

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Launch of Tricia Dearborn’s ‘The Ringing World’

The Ringing WorldAmidst its many echoes, the idea of a ‘ringing world’ conjures up for me a line from Sylvia Plath’s poem ‘Words’, in which words are axes ‘after whose stroke the wood rings’. This ringing takes the form of words’ echoes travelling off like horses. Late in the poem these horses reappear ‘dry and riderless’ but nevertheless continuing on with their ‘indefatigable hooftaps’.

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Eat My Secrets

peculiar hunger

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Schlieren Lines

imagine you pour a stream of sugar solution into a beaker of water, or pee into a bathtub you see the twining translucent trails as each solution curls around the other, prior to their coalescence? these are schlieren lines my …

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