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[19.11.06] [Andrew Gallix]
THREE POEMS BY JENNI FAGAN
"A notion / wisped by / I grabbed it, / wrung / it into a skyscraper / threw myself / from the battlements / only to find / that I / can fly"
LATE NIGHT VISITS
Take it to the altar and lay it down sipping homemade cherry wine as your friends prick says, don't upset the witch she's having an off day. Inevitable then the screaming takes only five minutes to ensue she informs she has a gun claims my anger makes me sick her black cat closes wearied eyes the room stops silent, poised tense on the brink of no return.
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THE FALL OF THEN
I got broke, it was an ugly truth.
Bloody messy kind of perfect really.
Can't believe this skin contained the wrong so long.
The pain omnipotent
all pervasive stench of soul decay breathe it in deep hyperventilate.
sit up a tree disappearing
those leaves must fall you know they're what feeds the soil
it's all good so get grateful.
I got broke took the kind of kick in that fells empires
i am not felled
limping, bloody messy kind of perfect really I can't believe this skin contained the wrong so long.
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THE OTHER NIGHT ONCE AGAIN
My teeth fell out
My heart ran screaming for the hills
A notion wisped by
I grabbed it, wrung it into a skyscraper
threw myself from the battlements only to find that I can fly.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Jenni Fagan, 29 years old, is from Edinburgh, Scotland. A former Traverse Theatre young writer, she has had plays read at Edinburgh Festival and Topos Allous Theatre in Athens. She has been published in Catalyst and pulp.net. She is currently collating a book of short stories and book of poetry called Urchins, Demons, Angels which will include these three poems.
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