The Cold Tap Sings

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YES!


How I wish my poems could feel.

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PAIN

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I’m honoured to have a poem in issue two of PAIN, among some very fine voices. It’s a beautiful journal beautifully produced – those colours! – with copies available here.

GOOGLING FRANK O’HARA

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Found this poem while looking for another.

LET YOURSELF BE IN IT

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Such wisdom from Ocean Vuong in an AQA on his Instagram.

NOTEBOOK, 1981

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NOTEBOOK, 1981

by Eileen Myles

I was so willing to pull a page out of my notebook, a day, several bright days and live them as if I was only alive, thirsty, timeless, young enough, to do this one more time, to dare to have nothing so much to lose and to feel that potential dying of the self in the light as the only thing I thought that was spiritual, possible and because I had no other way to call that mind, I called it poetry, but it was flesh and time and bread and friends frightened and free enough to want to have another day that way, tear another page.