#joan fleming

[everythingsecondhand]

Miss Bones, by Joan Fleming (Fontana, 1965).

From eBay.

[everythingsecondhand]

The Chill And The Kill, by Joan Fleming (Fontana, 1967).

From a charity shop in Nottingham.

[everythingsecondhand]

Young Man, I Think You’re Dying, by Joan Fleming (Fontana, 1973).

From a second-hand book shop in Cromford, Derbyshire.

[bicklandia]

The use of a white pen to render such histories necessitates black paper.

A History of the Tanamite People by Joan Fleming in The Crows in Town: Newcastle Poetry Anthology 2017

[lifeinpoetry]

here is crazy and we keep swimming and after a while we can’t even feel the cold

— Joan Fleming, from “The end,” Failed Love Poems

[lifeinpoetry]

     and I am fiddling the stereo to lamentations with a beat, I do not want to kill the party     I want to make my hungering aural

— Joan Fleming, from “Over, here,” Failed Love Poems

[lifeinpoetry]

You can be with someone for months, a year, and not know whether you’ve lost them. Sometimes, you keep on losing someone even after they’ve left.

— Joan Fleming, from “First Loss,” Failed Love Poems

[lifeinpoetry]

Did you feel unwanted            Did you want parades Did you want more questions              Was I sorry      Who was I sorry for

— Joan Fleming, from “Twenty Questions,” Failed Love Poems