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The Alembick



Vol. XIV

I. All Saint’s Day 2019
II. Christmas 2019
III. Shrovetide 2020
IV. Quarantine 2020
  1. Editor’s Note
  2. Letters
  3. Reader’s Doubts Resolved
  4. To His Coy Mistress
  5. Cavalier Lyric
  6. A Shropshire Pig
  7. Elegiacs
  8. The Year
  9. Inkblots
  10. The Man Who Made His Exit
  11. Splitting the Atom
  12. Self-Control
  13. Antique Fragment
  14. Canzonetta
  15. Zen Poem 

Vol. XV

I. Michaelmas 2020

Submissions     ︎

Inkblots


I fall gratefully into my bed of sheep.
I fall into a soft, grateful bed of sheep.
I fall into bed and I dream among sheep.

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I turned my head aside – with a rush and sweep, that feeling,
     Like uprising wind, smote again on my heart.

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When I look in a mirror close enough, I’ll
Find that face, the imagined one beyond me.

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My mind forms as a line of etching on steel:
A mark is difficult, erasure futile.

Willy
Running on Cargo