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Lindsay McLeod Espinoza

 

 

 

Notes on Liminal Maps

Venus passed over the south node of the Moon today:
I don’t know what this means but I do know that dark
tons of metal carved a curve slower than belief

through dusking light beneath grey under-bellied
clouds as she held court above in that cold
filled blue space between them.

 

 

Lindsay McLeod Espinoza is a Scottish somatic educator and writer, living in Andalucia, Spain. Her work has been published in Ambient Receiver, Dialect anthology and long-listed for the Rialto prize and Poetry London Presents. She can be found online @gurubody.

Dragana Lazici

the days are long but the years are short.
seconds are tiny kitchen knives in my back.
i stopped reading Dickinson, her voice is a sad parrot.

Abigail Ottley

Faces, unless they come swimming up close. are a blur of piggy-pink and ice-
cream. In the street, she doesn’t know, cannot be certain when to smile, when to
look away

Emma Simon

No-one has seen a ghost while breast-feeding
despite the unearthly hours, the half-light

mad sing-song routines of rocking a child
back to sleep.

Helen Frances

I wasn’t in, so she left me a note.
Each word a tangle of broken ends, some oddly linked
to the next with a ghost trail of ink
from her rose-gold marbled fountain pen,
a rare indulgence she’d bought herself.