Today’s choice
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J.S. Dorothy
Greylags
Find yourself by the lake,
its icy membrane split by the long
arrow of a skein, reflected
flurry of wings, cries
bawling. Knit yourself into
a parcel against its shriek, the force
shaping your bones,
steering you somewhere off course,
way beyond the city walls.
It’s as if you never belonged.
Count on one hand the things for which you longed;
watch them each take flight.
J.S. Dorothy is a queer and neurodivergent poet who writes in an (optimistic) attempt to make sense of things. Their work has appeared in numerous publications, including Pennine Platform, The Frogmore Papers, and Poetry Wales. They live in York.
Oz Hardwick
Oz Hardwick is a European poet, photographer, occasional musician, and accidental academic, who has published ten chapbooks and collections, and loads more interesting stuff with other people. He is Professor of Creative Writing at Leeds Trinity University.
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