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Waste Disposal 

By Naomi Tate Maghen

 

sometimes your eyes
are a fossilised embryo,
set just before hello

and my palm hesitates
on a heavy wave,
paws the remains of
a kleenex death

sometimes you look
straight at me
and I am a forgotten thought
on a broom that’s collected
too many screams
in a house that barely
holds in the storm

sometimes I’m the
formaldehyde
and all your lips can do
is float

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Bougainvillea

By Naomi Tate Maghen

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i.

our blooms cling
to the wooden bark,
a tapestry of varicose veins
crawl up the house
as if to say,
you’ve stood still
long enough

ii.

I remember when every red
was a thunderclap,
pursuing a bright flash
of recognition
in an unfurling of petals
and the miracle of rain,
after a twinned season
of drought

iii.

how every touch
was a thesaurus
of expressions
and both of us,
such willing students

iv.

is it possible
that we’ve learned too much?

the drunk vine
has turned a
pepto bismal pink
where it’s trespassed
over the exits

v.

as a reading lamp
spoons me in bed

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Sleeping beauty knew the apple was poisoned, but you kissed her anyway

By Naomi Tate Maghen

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there’s a bushel in my head~
a black hole
where my clarity
takes her nap

not a cat nap,
waking at the first
creak on the stairs
of your sanity

nor a good night’s sleep
that would stir
at the sound
of your foundation’s
collapse

but a heavy log,
carefully manoeuvred
and released
square on my brow

a handful of rohypnol,
washed down with
a single malt

that’s my happy default

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Naomi Tate Maghen grew up in London, England, in an orthodox Jewish household. Daughter of an immigrant father from Lybia, she was always very conscious of being an ‘outsider’, which was heightened within her home life by being the only non-believer in the family.  At eighteen, after experiencing many anti-Semitic incidents, Naomi moved to Israel on her own, where she has lived since.

Naomi has always been very creative, she dabbled in poetry from a young age, but her main creative outlet was visual art- painting, drawing, sculpture and photography. In 2015, she completed a Bachelor degree in fine art and education with honours, and in 2016 she taught art to youth at risk. In September of 2016, after undergoing spinal surgery that left her bed-ridden for a number of months, Naomi started focusing on writing.

Today Naomi divides her time between working in her studio on her visual art, and reading and writing poetry.

Naomi has four children and is married for a second time.

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Cove

By Ann Coberley

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When I think of him,
I recall
the faint smell
of sex,

the salty taste
of brine and sweat
on his skin,

the rough feel
of warm sand
on my naked back.

I remember
our deserted cove,
and the abandon
of new love,

and I wonder what images
he has preserved
of me.

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Time

By Ann Coberley

?

He lurks
in the accumulation
of my years,

ready to devour
the best
of what I used to be,

to sew me up
in the skin of someone
I no longer know.

He may ravage
the smooth mask
of youth,

but I will take
what he leaves,
and twist it
into a new shape,

remaking myself
in whatever form
I care to be.

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Chimera

By Ann Coberley

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Goddess
you called me,
the stuff of stars,

ageless as the universe,
ancient as the illusion
of love,

young
as a moonbeam,
a shimmering vapor,
dancing in the stillness
of midnight.

And I believed you,
falling in love
with myself,

vulnerable
as dew in sunlight,

fragile,
as ash in the wind.

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At Ease

By Ann Coberley

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These days
I am more content
than happy,

a woman who simmers
rather than boils,

more careful
to preserve the heat,
less willing
to lose everything
in a cloud of steam.

Contentment
is a thing of encores,
of rhythms and rituals,

and I find myself ready
to embrace the comforts
of continuance.

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Ann Coberley in her own words: My name is Ann Coberley. I live in West Texas with my husband and dogs. I teach anthropology at a local college. My graduate degrees are from Hunter College and The City University of NY Graduate Center. I have a grown son and three grandchildren. I practice both yoga and meditation. I play the piano and I love to read. My passion is writing poetry.

 


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