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That time of year again. You close the curtains earlier each evening. You want something warm, nourishing. Wave 27 of @iamb_uk has got you. Make a nest on the sofa, pull the blankets around you, and settle down with 45 poems read by their authors.
iamb.uk/index/wave/27
'The hawk’s flight now a tightening screw, twisted
hazel, red dogwood, bay in talons’ reach, a Manx
flag with three flapping legs. Oh … and a pigeon.'
iamb.uk/wave/27-simon-maddre…
'Grunt. Convince myself that
this weight will crush me
even as I heft it
overhead with a promise:
none of this
was ever about
not being strong
enough.'
iamb.uk/wave/27-tracie-renee
