Plastic Fish By Emily Lawrence - November 28th, 2020 Posted in Poetry No comments a fish swims a miracle in each splash of fin passing plastic moulds of himself here there everywhere even the voice of God won’t rid the ...
What does pain feel like? By Emily Lawrence - August 21st, 2020 Posted in Poetry No comments I feel it all As if it were colour Spread across a sheet And mixed in How do you unpick red and green Once it’s become brown Smelling lik...
I am listening By Emily Lawrence - June 28th, 2020 Posted in Poetry No comments I stand for you, I stand for all of you. I’m standing up now, Educating my unknowns. Listening to the voices of the silenced and unsilenc...
Bottom-draw vintage silk By Emily Lawrence - March 26th, 2019 Posted in Poetry No comments a motif of history threads of long past memories stitching together like a fustian tapestry only to sn- sn- snag on a machine pulling thr...
Biosemiotics By Emily Lawrence - March 26th, 2019 Posted in Poetry No comments among whispers and calls the sallow leaves fall with a noise akin to raindrops heaving off trees long after rains’ last fall one b...
Sellotape By Emily Lawrence - March 26th, 2019 Posted in Poetry No comments what was the last stitch you made? was it as blithe as the first? or was it lost to incongruous days with hours moving in and out backwar...
