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Love this little poem from brittany ... bit.ly/4n8FZ99

Only two more reader tickets left for our next open mic on Zoom 🎙️ plenty of audience tickets. eventbrite.co.uk/e/black-bough-…

' ... a couplet of nests sit snow-cloaked and silent, on this, our shortest day – awaiting the return of the lengthening light, of pink blossom riots, the renewal of leaves ... ' iambapoet.com/wave/22-wren-w…

' ... bones can carry years of non-stop rain inside, yet still remain whole. It wasn’t always like this. A few decades ago, we had cradles of ice for our polar cubs, summer skies counterbalanced by the days of snow.' iambapoet.com/wave/22-sarah-…

'We are wet clothes hanging on the line, in the rain, beginning to sag with the weight of double-saturation  – not knowing how long we must hold on.' iambapoet.com/wave/22-samant…

'I walk in front for moksha mangal sutra chains my neck with the priest facing north I walk east for liberty dancing girl is there to protect me' iambapoet.com/wave/22-rishik…

'I’m harvest for Norman Monks who decorate churches at Feast of Candlemas, nature’s medicine, rub on temples to treat mal de tête.' iambapoet.com/wave/22-patric…

'Even fruit bats get amorous in autumn, making love, feasting in the swamps until dawn, then off. Like us. Always coming and going. And you now drip-fed. The cold rips through me. Does it take this for me to learn I love you?' iambapoet.com/wave/22-mary-m…

'The men who taught me care, almost starved my mother to death. You tell me, How do I open my mouth into a woman’s without my grandfather marching down her throat?' iambapoet.com/wave/22-loic-e…

'Singeing a pyrography quote on a wood block takes a steady hand, patience, the desire to burn to be certain everyone sees what you believe.' iambapoet.com/wave/22-kerry-…

'I need your chill; can’t help myself. You swoosh round my brain, frolicking with neurones, make my skin fit me, tighter, tighter, after I’ve plunged right in. I’m going deeper. I can’t consider what you want ... ' iambapoet.com/wave/22-katrin…

'Those reeking memories plague me. Remind me of all I wish I’d done for me, instead of giving that promise of a better life to someone else. I could have asked for help.' iambapoet.com/wave/22-kate-j…

'He wants an assistente – a boy to prime canvas, grind his earths and ochres. The pay – two soldi less than my age, dieci per una seduta. Then the Master appears, brighter than The Crucifixion, blinding rays of mezzogiorno sunlight ... ' iambapoet.com/wave/22-julian…

'We looked at the nursery of clouds, the two unthreading contrails. We looked at our feet, nettle, cleavers, bindweed. We looked at the peeling factory walls. "They’ll crush you anyway", you shrugged. "It’s how things get made."' iambapoet.com/wave/22-j-a-le…

'On a rough morning          tide with poor visibility I see you out of        reach You adrift of free movement wandering         aimlessly where memories have no meaning' iambapoet.com/wave/22-fidel-…

'No sudden movements, please. Still is best. The pupil he’s performing on closes her eyes, head slightly folded like a bird’s. She’s collapsed into his woollen front. See how my arms arc? the teacher asks his class. Hold each other like precious cargo.' iambapoet.com/wave/22-charlo…

' ... there were cows in the lake            having escaped their farm for the cooling bliss            of a summer night swim we stood and listened            as they brought them ashore like we'd listen            for the ice            to crack' iambapoet.com/wave/22-carl-a…