Rachael Hegarty – The Purple Shamrock, Boston
The manager, a Galway curlew,
tells me to swot up
on the menu
and make sure to let
Miller Oberman – Silentium
The sun didn’t set, but like a fallen rider
the light un-horsed itself, dove shaggy
Gertrude Stein – Tender Buttons [A Little Called Pauline]
A little called anything shows shudders.
Come and say what prints all day. A whole few watermelon. There is no pope.
Poetry Diary: because her essay is getting so much attention:
Rebecca Watts – The Molecatcher’s Warning
Nobody asked or answered questions out there.
Ten miles from the nearest anywhere
the landscape was a disbanded library.