Magdalene Mothers

this is where           the fallen women           sleep. concrete floor            for the too fair too                  pregnant               too violated. be          fruitful but not with them          and not yet. in the image of         god, girls, says the priest        with the wandering gaze to nuns       who nod like sheep to the children        who were only half here anyway. who  […]

Goodbye Pork Pie Hat

because it is      hidden, secret (geheim),                  & all traces of it       impenetrable,                  distant, like sirens                  blissfully                               sounding in the dark, what enters             so assiduously                            broken is also             what ends – the enforced meaning (Stop! Police! – how it enters the fray)             after all                               no […]

The page is also the night where i climb out of

after Ocean Vuong i    restart                                                  this sen     tence, i edit edit my life     off                                                             these fingers these words they                                                                  ask me how do i do i feel […]

mégy egyet kérnék szépen (one more please)

what I want to say is that        I met a boy called Bence in a bar on kertész street. in the bar you weren’t able to see a square inch of unpainted wall and I sat there trying to decipher the different flavours on the menu:                                                                         körte                                     cseresznye                                                                                     szőlő and something that […]