dawn labile
my existence
alphabets
too bright territorial
magpie outside intruder heart you are
caller no. 3 there is
a style to this casualty
of practice needles in
a parking lot sudden the missing
body describe them for me
*
response police
bodies a blocked
route duty as divisible
as water only kind
ness to come apart
school children
kiss mural tall
barrel a sky that tips them off
*
raised
cortisol I walkback
pupils in the marina
moss fish a dangerous
green I write below the weather
what month is this you could give to me
through the talking hole
*
a breeze
this editor false yet
no blame I know
a day rocked through
with gifts my ginger
beer calls a chattering
stars remember limb
analogy on a4 get it
down how you hide among us
*
they say it’s the month
what is eating you my hair
combing the wind through a deathbed
tongue the research confirms you
count the stones in us we enter
tain a tenderness one you
come back from
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Sam Rye is a poet and editor originally from the North East of England and now based in Manchester. He holds a MA in Modern and Contemporary Literature from the University of Manchester. His poetry has been published in Propel Magazine, Butcher's Dog, and The Shore, among others.
These poems were selected by Anthropocene Guest Editor Tom Branfoot.
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