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As a child
I ate mud.
It tasted of grit and peat
and wild churning
and something I could never find
a name for....
Arundhathi Subramaniam
Described as 'one of the finest poets writing in India today’ Arundhathi Subramaniam was born in Bombay (Mumbai) in 1967. She is the author...
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As I’m walking on West Cliff Drive, a man runs
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I learned to swim in Minneapolis lakes,
one named after...
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None of us really wants it, do we?
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Tom Phillips
Tom Phillips was born in Buckinghamshire in 1964. He is a freelance writer and guest lecturer at various British and Balkan universities. He has...
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Rae Armantrout – With
It’s well
that things should stir
inconsequentially
around me
like this
patina of shadow,
flicker, whisper,
so that
I can be still.
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I write things down
to show others
later
or to show myself
that I am...
