The Tuesday Poem: I Am Guest Editor On the Hub, Featuring Frankie McMillan
Today I am the guest editor on The Tuesday Poem Hub and have chosen to feature not one but two poems by fellow Christchurch poet, Frankie McMillan, starting with:
“Hour glass
she was a corsètiere
threading whale bone
through cloth
placing herself close
to the ocean
became lucrative
when whales surfaced
she saw
bustles, derrières…”
To read the poems in full, click on:
“Hour glass” and “at night my dead mother appears wanting soup”
I look forward to seeing you on the Hub and hope to find out your responses to the poem—through the comments, dear readers, through the comments! 😉
The other very exciting news is that Frankie’s new (second) collection, published by Canterbury University Press, is being launched this Thursday, at 5.30 pm, at the University Bookshop. It is called There are no horses in heaven and I am looking forward to reading it immensely.
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To read the other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, check out the blog roll in the Hub’s left hand sidebar.