Apologies for cross posting.
Daylight Saving Sex by Randolph Healy, 14cm x 10.5cm, 16pp, is now
available from Wild Honey Press, 16a Ballyman Road, Bray, County Wicklow,
Ireland (or from Peter Riley) for USD 5 / STG 3.50
I started thinking about gardening and what a problem slugs and snails are.
A friend of mine keeps ducks in order to suppress them (the slugs and snails
not the ducks.) One species being hermaphrodite the other stridently
dimorphic, I began to think about polarities, the real and the artificial,
the moment and the aeon, the individual and the national and how they
constantly collide, often violently. The end result, a single poem, turned
out darker than I'd anticipated. But there you are.
Review copies are available.
Best
Randolph Healy
P.S. Here's a sample from about the middle:
When the wind was at its height
the glass doors in the kitchen
bellied in
over and over
as soon as I heard the blast
I knew it was a bomb.
All the buses stopped
so I had to walk home
unable my eyes off the buildings
as if sheer looking would keep them up.
Neater guano tango.
Florence, tired, is lying naked on the floor
tearing her favourite book to pieces.
ten girls' length ten girls' strength more pleasing to the
gods than agriculture or a male with a metallic green
head separated from unstoppable emotion petals opening and shutting spring
ahead fall back throwing it all away table moon sailor
a mite on an abacus wished it was a fruitbat
white blank black oblivion either side of this bright day
fear: the inner brows raised by the inner frontalis muscle, eyes wide with
pupils dilated, jaw rotated and lips drawn back.
the females with a dark stripe through the eye
hot pants shirt of fire
a tart with a heart a prick of conscience
supply artificial dew
the eggs will absorb water swell up and burst
they will not usually cross a copper band
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