Three Poems by Richard O’Brien
Painting Goblin When your house does not collapse, thank the ghoul who holds it up. Thank the freak who paints and paints somewhere in the cellarage canvases which in the night almost...
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Collingwood Sitting at the top of Collingwood Monument, sea spread before me. Black gulls screech into a grey sky. Rain falls, uncertainly. Surrounded by empty slag heaps. No ships are built here...
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Edinburgh–Manchester The tram breaks a flock of gulls feasting on sunrise and fast food; festival-goers leak out from nightclubs in sunglasses – the zigzags on Princes Street, the dregs from parties....
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Anecdote My granddad introduced me to shallots, which he would fry in butter with chopped potatoes. I tried to write about this but a friend said I’d made a Heaneyesque fetish of the word shallot...
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Timed Out What was your mother’s maiden name? To answer that, I’d need a keyboard with a different alphabet. What was the name of your elementary school? Before or after I transferred? (Probably...
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Brexit My lover left me tied in bed while he skyped his wife on the shores of an England imploding I could hear her laugh coming from the living room and I thought it tacky that he didn’t go...
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Eclogue for GTA V Brick Kid: These nighttimes come and San Andreas is a radial glow that gunshots crack like easy plate glass. Baby, I think I should take myself more seriously. I think these...
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Matrimony early road sombre light may I would you thanks continue Lido The surface gives no hint of June’s rain, by dint...
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Phone sex We’re on the phone and he says I just came hard over you. I’m by the window, not just clothed but cardiganed – though he doesn’t know – and I realise the mug of tea in my hand was a...
View ArticleThree Poems by Melissa Lee-Houghton
Are You Hot for Me Yet If you’re not on my hitlist you can go and find another murderer or just fuck off. Jesus Christ, have you even read Sylvia Plath? We have literally nothing in common. I pissed...
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