good old desk – a poem

a desk was part of the bedroom furniture, as a child –

essential for completing homework on –

and making shapes with play-dough –

and as an adult – practical questions

do we need a desk, is there room?

can we really afford a desk?

use the coffee table for completing paperwork instead –

with laptops on – laps –

slumped on the sofa –

lack of concentration –

Kate ©

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Crossed Paths Mag DEADLINE 1st of August Theme Resilience / ACCEPTS short stories, poems, flash fiction, and personal essays

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3 LGBT+ poetry collections

A debut poetry chapbook exploring queer realisation, self-discovery, and search for acceptance. This sapphic collection features poems ‘Attraction’ and ‘Fraud’ first published by Royal Rose Magazine and ‘TV’ featured in Issue 3 of Constellate Literary Journal. This book was previously published under the pseudonym Elfie. Book Depository

This life-affirming poetry collection reflects on the author’s growth since the ending of her marriage and what it means to unearth one’s true sexual orientation, in mid-life. Anne Walsh Donnelly’s intimate exploration of sexuality and identity is both brave and touching, marking this debut collection as a triumph.; “Anne Walsh Donnelly is by far the most daring poet to emerge in Ireland of late. The starkly honest and overt sexuality which pervades Anne’s poetry make the work of pretty much all her contemporaries appear repressed and backward-looking in comparison. This publication would certainly have been banned in the Ireland of the past. Indeed, she is one of the few poets around whose work has the glorious ability to get moralistic, supposedly liberal eyebrows twitching. Anne’s poems are pretty perfectly formed hand grenades which she tosses about the place with abandon while maintaining a deadpan face. I think this publication is the beginning of something great.” Kevin Higgins, author of Song of Songs 2.0: New & Selected Poems (Salmon Poetry, 2017). Book Depository

“As a poet, Aeon Ginsberg is resourceful with language and imagery, finding metaphor and anecdote where the reader had previously thought language had already dredged all it could out of that instance; as a vocally transgender poet, Aeon Ginsberg is a poignantly necessary voice. There is often a lot of talk in literary communities about what makes a “trans poem” a “trans poem,” and while the majority of Aeon’s poems mention they are trans somewhere within the text, there is never a sense of force or plea; rather, while Aeon’s gender is influential in all aspects of their work, it does not define their work. Aeon’s work is instead profoundly influenced by the daunting task of humanizing and unraveling trauma, from abusive relationships to harassment by customers at their food-service job, and throughout their narrative, Aeon never lies to their audience or sugarcoats the circumstance. Instead, Aeon presents their truth unflinchingly, letting the audience know they’ve got some heavy shit to talk about, but it’s our choice if we want to listen. And goddamn, I am positive y’all will want to listen.” ​–Linette Reeman, writer, performer, Aries. Publisher Link

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A Day in the Life of a Writer

ROUGH DRAFT

today did not start well –

reason being because i didn’t get to sleep –

it was too hot – i couldn’t decide on what to eat

so spent a great deal of time getting up off of the sofa

and putting my face in the fridge –

i didn’t feel tired – at 6 o’clock in the morning

as an insomniac –

you learn different levels of tiredness –

and their intensity

my mind turned to today’s tasks –

shower being number one

and two, getting the bed sheets and pillow cases into the wash

i turned on my laptop

for it to promptly turn itself off

because i forgot to charge it yesterday

i managed to find the charger for my laptop, out of the plethora i own –

from tech i probably traded in years ago –

 

and could put the charger into the plug socket

without trying it the wrong way first –

my assumption was i cannot be that tired

if i am getting this right

i thought today i would send a manuscript

to an open call from a publisher –

and edit a poem to send into a contest.