at your grave

at your grave i think of two things first shakespeare, then plath my chest pressed onto the earth and all of its indifference “i am, i am, i am” is that where life is in between the spondees? between the stutter and the affirmation i am, i am, i am my heart knocks at a … Continue reading at your grave

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A Conversation with Emma Ruth Rundle

It's a particularly cold and cruel April evening in London. Emma Ruth Rundle is in front of a sold-out crowd, "Hi, I'm Emma" she says in a voice that flutters with nervousness. She sings about shame, defective love, mortality... and the audience are so enraptured that there's no need for an amp or microphone for … Continue reading A Conversation with Emma Ruth Rundle