Poetry publisher based in Belfast. Readings hosted by @closeandslow & @Manuela_Moser.
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ALT NOW THAT THE VERDICT'S IN Now that the verdict's in, the voices raised, the arguments advanced and assets tabled for a split, the city stops seeming to ask: What now?' The streets are bare at noon as though inhaled. A sense of locked roo and hasty consultation and over the vacant lot beyond my desk, three herring gulls reel up protesting: high and white like ticker tape reversed. Airborne relief. 'What now' for words - or for the hate which boils and courses through nervous systems? Look, I'm pushing back my chair and going home, 'that once-bright casket from which the jewels have been freshly robbed', by the river-road which follows the curve of the earth i where, left since the workers downed their tools, the trees on either side crowd in - weighed down with both neglect and bounty.
ALT alignment i stand in the corner of my living room and watch my future-self sped-up, blurred, as she begins the process of nesting. raw wood beams are removed from the ceiling, pale embossed flowers are scraped loose and replaced with a warm custard; space wanes as the room is cosied with leather sofas and a squat dark coffee table. in time it begins to feel like what i had in mind though i know the process is unending: i will revisit furniture placements; update technologies; experiment with bold colour feature walls; and at one point introduce a dog who'll test the viability of cushions.