Ephemera
Maternity I want to have poems by Caesarean section wearing my Infallible lip gloss and counting on my designer obstetrician. I will keep my bump discreet, drink litres of San Pellegrino, strive to avoid striae gravidarum, laser them later if it comes to it. I want to live a normal life…
Martyrdom I never imagined love as a cause for suicide. But there we were, surrounded by all of the tell-tale signs: a breadknife, a withered corsage, a white dress with some ruffles along the bottom. The night before I sensed that something had gone terribly wrong. He told her, brushing the hair from…
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This is a brief note about the And Other Poems blog which is owned and written by Josephine Corcoran. What a breath of fresh air the blog is, judging by contemporary availability of good poetry (and critique). To say that poetry is sorely neglected in the face of market-forces is a wild understatement, but more polemic anon. “And…
It seems that muses, those shadowy goddesses who influence writers, are limited under current editorial and employment injunctions to give inspiration alone to great male poets. Or so Simon Gough would have us believe. Muses apparently perform some type of quasi-sexual inspirational function and it doesn’t matter if they are girls or boys, once the poet…
