The Map – Marie Howe
The failure of love might account for most of the suffering in the world.
The girl was going over her global studies homework
in the air where she drew the map with her finger
Finding Fox Red, 2014 – Barbara Presnel
One never paints violently enough.
You can’t get there by car,
so we walk a narrow path of rocks
through grass and buttercups.
Ahead, the cliffs are brittle as old teeth.
Progress – Alan Gillis
They say that for years Belfast was backwards
and it’s great now to see some progress.
So I guess we can look forward to taking boxes
from the earth. I guess that ambulances
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