Top melts fast to heart as quiet as worn silverware: – sugar-tongs, butter-knives (sterling, the real thing: faint tang of tarnish adds salt)
Ending sweetly: lotus pinks, indigo, orange lines, on a turquoise background. Faux-fauve, flowing
sillage all-but indecipherable
Anna Reckin lives and works in Norwich, England. She has two collections from Shearsman—Three Reds (2011) and Line to Curve (2018)—and her poems, reviews, essays and translations have appeared most recently in Long Poem Magazine and Tears in the Fence. Her chapbook, Saxifrage, Sideways, was included in Dusie Kollektiv 9 (2020).
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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