Maureen Alsop |
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Return Address Your jaw trembles slightly & the oak tree’s shade the two of us walking the field you find nothing— behind mudlake eyes the door whose blood is drawn, will go Do the birds tonight sound like quake or solstice.
The Twitch of a Caledonia Landscape Cold, the first drift of hay frame your thoughts— She paces. At his pivot into equinox beauty seems limitless. A pool the sun as the orange snuff of the horizon a slackening gold in his iris tremors, closes heat quiets.
Insomniac Confesses from the Solarium (pdf; click to view)
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Maureen Alsop's poems have appeared or are pending in various publications including: The Cortland Review, Barrow Street, Typo, Columbia : A Journal of Literature and Art and Texas Review. Her poetry was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize. She is also the recipient of Harpur Palate's 2007 Milton Kessler Memorial Prize for Poetry and Bitter Oleander’s 2007 Frances Locke Memorial Award for Poetry. Her first full collection of poetry, Apparition Wren, was published in December 2007.. |
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