I am overjoyed that the first review of my poetry collection Sublingual is out today, two days before the launch of the book. You can find it here and please enjoy and follow Occulum, they are amazing. With love, Lucy A Evans 8th December 2017 Edited with BlogPad Pro
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My Book Cover
I am overjoyed to be able to announce for you that my forthcoming book Sublingual will be out with Eyewear Publishing Ltd in mid-December, launching at an event at the Brixton Windmill in London on the 10th. I'm also delighted that I can show you my beautiful book cover. This, for me, is a dream … Continue reading My Book Cover
Handkerchiefs and Indices
On the subject of the possible infinity of colour, can one go on halving a wavelength before it reaches a probable quantum limit? Disparities of hue and tint could behave as qualifiers. The qualities of discrete indices. In my lifetime I require handkerchiefs of each colour to knot for all my unique memories. … Continue reading Handkerchiefs and Indices
North West Burlesque Society
It is in the Dionysian quarter, an aureate theatre where an aurora of skittering femme-cerise blaze fathoms. On the borrowed dais, fine grind cuts a lustrous emulsion, the gathered sway the delicate beats of Heliconius Sapho. The rhodium globe shimmies in obsidian verse, modulating strata in body declensions, bitten poses, breastfed rose divinity, onlooker seances … Continue reading North West Burlesque Society
Divorce
O The joy of renting. An archeology of a mattress; misted with oxytocin, friction and unchosen brocade. Conventicle of duets; half-truth humbucker … Continue reading Divorce
Charivari
If I could go back in time I'd choose early 1985. I'd withstand the chintz and cat eyes, the smell of crimp-scorch, to backcomb in music, a cultural revolution. Hidden in the collected works of Isaac Newton is a code for time travel. It explains abandoned Aristotelian notebooks. It explains the ferocity of the two … Continue reading Charivari
Revolutions
Feet in step from bitter, snow brogues, kick-rhythms evaporate. Replaced by a shaved step- father’s smoothed semi- automatic carpentry. Palm to gun- stock in your space; a territory. Still it was rhythmic and artful, kitten scrat technology. Chest rises, inhale all known knowledge, exhale application. Exhale wood, breathe in black powder from bore shells, conflagrating. … Continue reading Revolutions
Bookmark
I must have left a bookmark when I last read your mind. I could follow your wicked thoughts by the trigonometry of your grin, viewed against an obtuse gaze. Careless with my place-holder, I lost my way in your ideas. The dam of it sits somewhere about your cheekbones. It stops the hearth of friendship … Continue reading Bookmark
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