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Dawn Ritual
I spin each morning from dream silk
allow soft light to pour in a torrent
from my ears out into the aether.
Pixels
Red Ink: Ankh Spice
This is a series where I interview poets about their process in regards to a single poem. Today I am honoured to have the incredible Ankh Spice, whose poetry I have enjoyed for a long time on Twitter. Here, he talks about his love poem New Cloth.
March 2021 Recommended
This is a bit late because of Easter. Spring is in the air, the tulips have taken over from the daffodils and freedom feels tantalisingly close.
Count Down to Infinity
I'm working front desk at the Hilbert Hotel.
A queue of guests stretches to the horizon,
each person sighing, waiting to check out.
Some leave but the number never goes down.
No matter how quickly I work, more remain.
The amount of disgruntled guests is infinite.
The Date
After Kay Ryan
Clarity
Guide Me Home
Emerald Swell
Free From Distortion
