When you move into a ghost town, The house will be cold. The pipes will be frozen, a river Patient to the thaw. The fridge will smell of soured milk, and of old letters Browning on the mat. The hanging baskets – so aptly named- Drip dust upon the porch, and the … Continue reading Halloween Poem – When moving into ghost town
Sign my Citalopram is a collection of poems from Hannah Churzpah’s one woman touring show ‘Asking Nicely’ / ‘Confidence Tricks’. At it’s heart the collection is an exploration of permission. How that effects us individually and socially, about how we navigate modern society and ultimately how we navigate ourselves through this minefield of permissions, both … Continue reading Review: Sign my Citalopram by Hannah Chutzpah
The river finds a path to the seaRegardless of the turn of cloudsor the distance of the shore. Continue reading NAPoWriMo #7 – Sea
I will grow my air into lilac budsthe sickness of lilies. The milkman will leave empty bottles at my doorfor me to curdle into vases. I will sing psalms on Sundays to the age spots of my palms. I will not drink pure white chardonnay like my motherbut swill lime juice between my teethand spit. … Continue reading NaPoWriMo #6 – When I grow up
We attempt to locate the cartographer,he holds the map to his ownco-ordinates, leave no tracethrough the lake. Bethan says she saw him at a call of crows,community can not decide how to write thisand so he remains lost. I heard the sound of himrunning past a streamthat wasn’t there when the maps were drawn,and so … Continue reading NaPoWriMo #5: In Search of the Cartographer
“A Ginger is just a girl who hasn’t had the fire fucked out of her yet” *Draft Response* Fight back Earthquake Richochet Heart sway to the beat of Celtic Hips and Pray you open bloodshot eyes to … Continue reading NaPoWriMo #4: The chat-up Line
Woman, come by the river to pray.Pull Damp ragCrimson tidefrom your teething jaw/rawand bathe. Feel the waterraise/riseit is purer after you pray. Hand to kneefeel the rip of earthclot/clod at the rootsof weeds and push/pull. The river will erode/corrodethe limitations of its banksand return to the sea. The illusion/stability of land will ceasebuilt upon chalk/drawnagainst … Continue reading NaPoWriMo #3: Pray, come.