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afterpoetry.com
'Because the woods are coming for me
with their disco lights. Because I am feeling
myself beginning to fizz theatrical, to gesture
a demand for a kind of quenching'
afterpoetry.com/poem/sep-11...
'Because the woods are coming for me
with their disco lights. Because I am feeling
myself beginning to fizz theatrical, to gesture
a demand for a kind of quenching'
afterpoetry.com/poem/sep-11...
'Because the woods are coming for me
with their disco lights. Because I am feeling
myself beginning to fizz theatrical, to gesture
a demand for a kind of quenching'
afterpoetry.com/poem/sep-11...
' ... liquid on cold grey bone,
a porcelain dish of pears
like opaleye and bluefish
rippling, an aquarium
of myrtle and viridian ... '
afterpoetry.com/poem/aug-28...
' ... liquid on cold grey bone,
a porcelain dish of pears
like opaleye and bluefish
rippling, an aquarium
of myrtle and viridian ... '
afterpoetry.com/poem/aug-28...
' ... Her tight red brocade
reveals every bulge of a prematurely buxom body
that could pass for twenty-six, not six.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/aug-12...
' ... Her tight red brocade
reveals every bulge of a prematurely buxom body
that could pass for twenty-six, not six.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/aug-12...
'If I could concertina you into a crescent moon
pressing red and blue flowers into your palms
weave you loosely into my hair, I would.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/jul-29...
'If I could concertina you into a crescent moon
pressing red and blue flowers into your palms
weave you loosely into my hair, I would.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/jul-29...
'And all the while an ecstasy of white.
Re-virginised, but for the smoked-out
chimneys of her legs, spread wide beneath
the cyanide contour of her hand.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/jul-14...
'And all the while an ecstasy of white.
Re-virginised, but for the smoked-out
chimneys of her legs, spread wide beneath
the cyanide contour of her hand.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/jul-14...
Congratulations to Ennis Rook Bashe, Rebekah Wolman, Victoria Spires, Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad, Kate Vanhinsbergh and Barnaby Harsent! 🥳
Congratulations to Ennis Rook Bashe, Rebekah Wolman, Victoria Spires, Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad, Kate Vanhinsbergh and Barnaby Harsent! 🥳
'A body braced against itself –
hinge and tension shaped by grain.
While further down, skin recedes
into a curtain’s darkest folds ... '
afterpoetry.com/poem/jun-29...
'A body braced against itself –
hinge and tension shaped by grain.
While further down, skin recedes
into a curtain’s darkest folds ... '
afterpoetry.com/poem/jun-29...
'In the Edo of Hiroshige’s boyhood,
they named the fires edo no hana.
All over the city, ash flowered.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/jun-14...
'In the Edo of Hiroshige’s boyhood,
they named the fires edo no hana.
All over the city, ash flowered.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/jun-14...
'Her earrings are a poppy field are a battlefield, are drops of blood
in trenches roll out to sea, are a pricked finger in a fairy tale ... '
afterpoetry.com/poem/may-31...
'Her earrings are a poppy field are a battlefield, are drops of blood
in trenches roll out to sea, are a pricked finger in a fairy tale ... '
afterpoetry.com/poem/may-31...
'We find you not in IT IS but WE ARE –
see you, always, in the hearthome.
Wherever there is loverise, YOU ARE.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/may-16...
'We find you not in IT IS but WE ARE –
see you, always, in the hearthome.
Wherever there is loverise, YOU ARE.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/may-16...
'Ribald, lathered, blotto-hearted,
bladdered, adrenalin-thrilled.
Old habits of abstinence, cast
aside, for insatiable infractions.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/may-01...
'Ribald, lathered, blotto-hearted,
bladdered, adrenalin-thrilled.
Old habits of abstinence, cast
aside, for insatiable infractions.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/may-01...
' ... this whole castle clings
to the glottal step of the gy,
the glassy-eyed fantasy
of fucking some sugar junkie ... '
afterpoetry.com/poem/apr-17...
' ... this whole castle clings
to the glottal step of the gy,
the glassy-eyed fantasy
of fucking some sugar junkie ... '
afterpoetry.com/poem/apr-17...
'We are swapping secrets,
In the leaves,
In the trunks,
In the petals,
//
(There are 754 pieces left)'
afterpoetry.com/poem/apr-02...
'We are swapping secrets,
In the leaves,
In the trunks,
In the petals,
//
(There are 754 pieces left)'
afterpoetry.com/poem/apr-02...
‘I try to sit still. I imagine my own hand at oil painting, curves of his face, the sfumato of sunlight through glass.’
afterpoetry.com/poem/mar-19...
‘I try to sit still. I imagine my own hand at oil painting, curves of his face, the sfumato of sunlight through glass.’
afterpoetry.com/poem/mar-19...
'We see the middle-aged man
carrying a hat, smoking a pipe,
because Graham inhabits him.
All artists are obsessives:
these giant light boxes,
demanding our devotion.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/mar-03...
'We see the middle-aged man
carrying a hat, smoking a pipe,
because Graham inhabits him.
All artists are obsessives:
these giant light boxes,
demanding our devotion.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/mar-03...
'Almost too late, the light arrived –
coming from a window I couldn’t see.
The lion had drawn himself closer,
and with him the scent of cream.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/feb-17...
'Almost too late, the light arrived –
coming from a window I couldn’t see.
The lion had drawn himself closer,
and with him the scent of cream.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/feb-17...
'The café scene I am starring in is comical in hindsight.
Coffee with a paper tiger.
Quills, flaming arrows, stones, catapult into the air.
A bouquet of hummingbirds discolours the sun.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/feb-01...
'The café scene I am starring in is comical in hindsight.
Coffee with a paper tiger.
Quills, flaming arrows, stones, catapult into the air.
A bouquet of hummingbirds discolours the sun.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/feb-01...
Best of luck to @philvernon.bsky.social, @hareontherun.bsky.social and @victoriaspires.bsky.social. 🥳
Best of luck to @philvernon.bsky.social, @hareontherun.bsky.social and @victoriaspires.bsky.social. 🥳
'Again, a woman creeps towards
a man with his pants around his ankles
and even then he wants to be magnified
to a hundred times his own size.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/jan-18...
'Again, a woman creeps towards
a man with his pants around his ankles
and even then he wants to be magnified
to a hundred times his own size.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/jan-18...
afterpoetry.com/a-z
afterpoetry.com/a-z
'I am a knife. I cut meat.
I am in a painting. I cut space.
The form was dreamt before the fact.
Mirror image, mirror act.
Grooved in your life-line
I lie in your hand;
I am a sign in your mind ... '
afterpoetry.com/poem/jan-03...
'I am a knife. I cut meat.
I am in a painting. I cut space.
The form was dreamt before the fact.
Mirror image, mirror act.
Grooved in your life-line
I lie in your hand;
I am a sign in your mind ... '
afterpoetry.com/poem/jan-03...
'For two years he has worked her
rich in black and white,
scraped her back to canvas,
ghost and bone.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/dec-20...
'For two years he has worked her
rich in black and white,
scraped her back to canvas,
ghost and bone.'
afterpoetry.com/poem/dec-20...