In the dream our lips. In the boat there was water folding in. close to the house there were arms broad enough. In the mind there is a closeness. In the face there are two lips. In the house the tulips lose their petals and drip pollen thoughts. In the jar there is coffee and tulips. In the heart there is a breaking apart. In the dream their lips were close enough.
Concetta Principe is a writer of poetry, fiction and creative non-fiction, as well as scholarship on trauma and literature, living with a disability. Her current poetry collection, Disorder, appeared with Gordon Hill Press in the spring of 2024. Her most recent creative non-fiction project, Discipline N. V: A Lyric Memoir, was published by Palimpsest Press in 2023. Her poetry collection, This Real was longlisted for the Raymond Souster Award in 2017 and her first book of poetry, Interference won the Bressani Award for poetry, 2000. She edited a special issue “Lacan Now” for English Studies in Canada. She teaches at Trent university.
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