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From Susan Trofimow's #ekphrastic poem 'The Lion in the Room': 'Almost too late, the light arrived – coming from a window I couldn’t see.   The lion had drawn himself closer, and with him the scent of cream.' afterpoetry.com/poem/feb-17...
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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫... 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐭
When I launched my first online poetry journal @iamb.uk in February 2020, I included myself among its initial 20 poets. I've so far resisted the temptation to feature my own work in my second journal @afterpoetry.com. That changes tomorrow, with the publication of this tribute to poet Kathryn Bevis.
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From Leia Butler's #ekphrastic poem, '1000-1' ... 'We are swapping secrets, In the leaves, In the trunks, In the petals, // (There are 754 pieces left)' afterpoetry.com/poem/apr-02...
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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫... 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐭
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From Kate Vanhinsbergh's #ekphrastic poem, 'Brief Visit to a Barcelona Sex Castle': ' ... this whole castle clings to the glottal step of the gy, the glassy-eyed fantasy of fucking some sugar junkie ... ' afterpoetry.com/poem/apr-17...
From Winifred Mok’s #ekphrastic poem, ‘Lisa’: ‘I try to sit still. I imagine my own hand at oil painting, curves of his face, the sfumato of sunlight through glass.’ afterpoetry.com/poem/mar-19...
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