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Unboxed these beauties yesterday. Out in one month! Preorder! #livesofthefemalepoets @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social
August 28, 2025 at 10:18 AM
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Just realised it’s #negroniweek so sharing again. #livesofthefemalepoets is now out! Cheers!
poetclare.bsky.social Clare Pollard @poetclare.bsky.social · Sep 5
A poem about a Negroni from my forthcoming collection #LivesoftheFemalePoets ♥️♥️♥️
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Negroni After my child was born it was the first drink I wanted. I had the three bottles lined up in my kitchen near the baby’s bottle, sterilizer and teats. Adulthood in a glass; a bitter release, like the relief you imagine death to be except if you’re dead, of course, you can’t feel relief. It was something for me, when I had my breath back for my own. Equal parts gin, Italian vermouth, and Campari the colour of insects crushed under your nails, of a birthing pool. Sometimes I feel my eyes in my sockets, the blood slip through its slim tubes, the heart clench, unasked. I heard the baby breathe in a basket, in little white things as I let that red strobe through me - an aperitivo to whet my nerve.
September 26, 2025 at 5:44 PM
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Poetry dates so far for autumn #livesofthefemalepoets
September 3, 2025 at 7:20 PM
poetclare.bsky.social
A poem about a Negroni from my forthcoming collection #LivesoftheFemalePoets ♥️♥️♥️
@bloodaxebooks.bsky.social
Negroni After my child was born it was the first drink I wanted. I had the three bottles lined up in my kitchen near the baby’s bottle, sterilizer and teats. Adulthood in a glass; a bitter release, like the relief you imagine death to be except if you’re dead, of course, you can’t feel relief. It was something for me, when I had my breath back for my own. Equal parts gin, Italian vermouth, and Campari the colour of insects crushed under your nails, of a birthing pool. Sometimes I feel my eyes in my sockets, the blood slip through its slim tubes, the heart clench, unasked. I heard the baby breathe in a basket, in little white things as I let that red strobe through me - an aperitivo to whet my nerve.
September 5, 2025 at 5:53 PM