#amreadingpoetry: Justin Quinn

Flood-Plains

There are rushes and loess
round trees in all the boskets
worked into large brown baskets
with care and quick finesse

by the swirling grand excess
that charged down from the Beskyds.
The baked mud breaks like biscuits
beneath the emptiness.

I’ll marry thee
with a rush ring then
and faithfull be

till that moist sliver
rises agayne
to a raging river.

— Justin Quinn, from his collection Waves and Trees (The Gallery Press, Ireland)

Sentence of the Day: from Philip Pullman’s FAIRY TALES FROM THE BROTHERS GRIMM

  • When the bird saw the vegetable stew coming to the boil with a dead mouse in it, he panicked.

— from The Mouse, the Bird and the Sausage, a fairy tale from the Brothers Grimm, re-told by Philip Pullman

Self’s “First Life” (Juked.com)

“First Life” first line:

  • Ever since they moved our colony from Tonle Sap to the Philippines, my mind hasn’t been the same.