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Poem

Late again Blenkinsop?
What's the excuse this time?
Not my fault sir.
Whose fault is it then?
Grandma's sir.
Grandma's. What did she do?

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Poem

  You inspired me, he says. Pretty cool, huh?

Uh, I guess.

 

Ms Hardwick showed me your assignment. Magnificent!

Poet
Sarah Crossan is an author and poet. Her verse novel One won the CLiPPA Poetry Award 2016 and Moonrise was shortlisted for the CLiPPA 2018.
Poem

Dada has stories from Calcutta
wrapped up in his big belly.
When he belched they would unravel.

Poem

Bring on your shining armour, dude.
I'll be your damsel in distress with attitude.

Poem

Now we're up on the edge

and over, on the mountain

with mountains beyond. Behind us,

            in the dark

Poem

His name is called and there's a pause

just long enough to halt a war

tame timber wolves and trim their claws

hide diamonds in a secret drawer

Poem

Your mother made me

write this

just in case, she said,

which kinda freaked me out,

so I said to her,

Da Man is fine, babe.

Poem

I know you don't get it

the pleasure I feel

when I push down the pedal

the turn of the wheel

 

the buzz of the sander

the whirl of the drill

Poem

I am the word juggler.
I juggle the words
like swords.
I slice sense
with poetic license.

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