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Ted Hughes Award 2018

Girls Are Coming Out of the Woods

(for Monika) Girls are coming out of the woods, wrapped in cloaks and hoods, carrying iron bars and candles and a multitude of scars, collected on acres of premature grass and city buses, in temples and bars. Girls are coming out of the woods with panties tied around their lips, making such a noise, it’s […]

Joy Gardner, 1993

“…I couldn’t believe that human beings could be so cruel to another human being, you know it makes you quinge to hear as a mother of what they did to my daughter in that sitting room… (they) tape up my daughter.”                              […]

From ‘You, Very Young in New York’

All summer the Park smelled of cloves and it was dying. Now it is Labor Day and you have been sleeping through a rainstorm, Half aware of the sewage and frying peanut oil and the ozone Rising in the morning heat, and the sound of your roommate hooking the chain, Flipping ice cubes into a […]

Play

Lamna nasus love being on the cusp of tooth          love quickswim and squidding love egging little finniness —                   thousand egging love best when frondling kelp the overunder underover roll and oh         the gilly tingle not just skinridding    […]

Two Guns in the Sky for Daniel Harris

When Daniel Harris stepped out of his car the policeman was waiting. Gun raised. I use the past tense though this is irrelevant in Daniel’s language, which is sign. Sign has no future or past; it is a present language. You are never more present than when a gun is pointed at you. What language […]

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