My poem "Below Surface" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It is the one whose genesis involves shouting, "I ran out of curse tablets!" How many reasons there are to keep writing them, committing their call to the water that listens inside the earth.
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- 1: Now there's always someone else in the back of your mind
- 2: Ma twll yn y pridd yn Alltwalis lle taflaf fy mhryderon
- 3: When we take on new bodies, I will scour the earth to find you again
- 4: There's more room on the basement couch
- 5: A kidnapper wouldn't jump into a cold sea
- 6: A stranger light comes on slowly
- 7: I might fail math if you don't move your shoulder
- 8: One boundary makes another
- 9: I swear only this city knows
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