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No Craft

  • miriamtbarr
  • Sep 22, 2014
  • 1 min read

No is one of our oldest crafts

for some of us it is the first word we learn

for others it is the first word we unlearn

the fire horse in us bucking the entire time

at how we give in

how we tame ourselves _ _ _ _

From Bullet Hole Riddle (Steele Roberts, 2014) Bullet Hole Riddle features artwork from Andrew Blythe's untitled 'No' series

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POEMS ON THE PAGE

A selection of poems from Miriam Barr's first major collection, Bullet Hole Riddle. 

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