by Leah Jun Oh | Apr 27, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Diggers We brought two diggers home, furious black engines, charged and alive, fire eyes with a touch of white. Outside, they clawed the earth, ripped back its skin, made visible its bones, a kingdom of limpet arms, divorced fingers outlining...
by Leah Jun Oh | Apr 25, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Farmer’s Daughter As a girl, I would stretch my Easter treats out until my birthday, birthday treats until Halloween Halloween treats until Christmas, Christmas treats until spring, conserving my quarterly reaping as though sweets were root...
by Leah Jun Oh | Apr 24, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Braefoot point The undertread mush swallows chorused gold dropped from the bow of singing beech. Across the track’s split, dark haws bloat, as drumming sticks drip to catch black at the hedge’s throat. There must be new ways to be...
by Leah Jun Oh | Apr 23, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Virus six dark the idiot’s lantern shows me rainbows you branded sick which made me wear masks wash hands as if Lady Macbeth breathless gagging until I spit it out blue eyes turn to pansies fag butts syringes before a ten year talk...
by Leah Jun Oh | Apr 22, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Ultimate Painting – Study for Portrait VII (Francis Bacon) A found poem using the text describing Study for Portrait VII on moma.org Seated on a throne-like gilded chair He endeavoured The image of open mouthed terror is a...
by Leah Jun Oh | Apr 21, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Being Autistic I am handed a racket and ushered onto court. An avid tennis fan, I am awed by being in the place champions are made. But I realise that, although I’ve grasped most of the rules by watching tournaments on tv – in the safety of...
