In Arlene’s house we live above the mutilated floor. Arlene tells us: This is...– ‘Sweet Arlene’ - Emily Berry (via forthefloods)
title for a new poem
even if I were to turn back now, I couldn’t get to where I started out
Penning Perfumes: Amy Key talks Perfumed Poems →
penningperfumes: What’s it like writing a poem from a perfume? Especially when you’re not allowed to see the packaging, the name, or even a list of ingredients? Odette Toilette found out by talking to Amy Key, one of the poets taking part in Penning Perfumes, who lifts the lid on the experience of getting to…
Extract from new poem
Poem with peeptoes. In which there are splintering bones. I chuck out all my undergarments. Poem scented with galaxolide. Old photographs graze memories. In which I have an insatiable thirst. Poem about pyjamas. In which a man walks down Walworth Road in the rain, with two battered sausages (unwrapped). Poem written on the joy/doom axis.
Penning Perfumes: Amy Key meets Mike Parrot →
penningperfumes: Our Penning Perfumes perfumer and poet meetups / exchanges / workshops continue…. This time, it was the turn of poet Amy Key, also on tumblr as insteadofstars, who was introduced to perfumer Mike Parrot of UK-based fragrance company CPL Aromas. Both came together at CPL’s highly…
Two poems inspired by Where The Wild Things Are
IGLOO When it is cold enough to slice the snow we’ll build an igloo and we will live in it. The igloo will be like a poached egg, the snow dome hiding a hot yolk. We will grow sharper teeth and bedtimes will be later. I will be cook and you will make fire. I have stolen sausages from mum and this will do us for tea. There is a story I can tell at night of a runaway child and you...
Starting a new poem
Iron filings drawn through veins by a magnet crotchety and fluttering, and low in my lungs, the pear-shaped air. I fail to be upright. Blame my marrow-less bones, the just-hatched twitch of thoughts.