Friday, 30 June 2017

Two Poems by Reuben Woolley


Reuben Woolley was born in Chesterfield, UK but now lives and works in Zaragoza, Spain. He has been published in various print and online magazines such as Tears in the FenceThe Lighthouse Literary Journal, The Interpreter's House, Domestic Cherry, The Stare's Nest, Ink Sweat and Tears, The Poetry Shed, Nutshells and Nuggets, Yellow Chair Review, Bone Orchard Poetry, and The Goose. His first collection, the king is dead, was published by Oneiros Books in 2014. A chapbook, dying notes, was published by Erbacce Press in 2015 and a short collection, skins, about and for the refugees was published in 2016 by Hesterglock Press. He edits two online magazines, I am not a silent poet for protest poems about abuse, and The Curly Mind for exploratory work.




lazy suggestions

so

they suggest

lips whisper 
these spaces.they do not 
sew

like spiders

a pattern of air 
      i’ll eat 
a wing & liquify 
my solid dinners

suggestively

the exercise of speech.i'll 
trap the wholly

innocent

i am

immaculate 
 
                     hungry

this is the way 
the world was chewn



requiems & other souvenirs

this

particular

now 
is when things fell 
apart.look

at the present

mythologists

busy 
in my future

they walk the underground 
where minotaurs 
don’t go

                   oh invent 
another story / where 
we can dance our funeral songs


Reuben Woolley

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