#limerick arts

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Birch saplings quick-slow- shift into liquid silver, sphagnum moss speaks green. Spit-pit-spatter-pit. Hiss. From Poems from Springlines by Clare Best

http://clarebest.co.uk

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We lay clothed, three in a bed, me in the middle. They wanted to smell perfume of a woman instead of salt air. From Seamen by Angela McCabe

https://thegalwayreview.com/2016/04/28/angela-mccabe-three-poems/

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                                                       living        heavy as mystery’s lure as burrow sprung’s   clench     as millenary heritor                as fixed shadow From Purple Spear Thistle  by Mara Adamitz Scrupe

http://scrupe.com

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today the writing is about laminar flow, aquatic claim on phallic, no tumult or smashing or sloshing but a clear glass, illusive stream, From Molly Bloom Goes To Yoga by Ingrid Casey

https://choseninks.wordpress.com

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They say that I am an armed plague to vomit on your mainland, invade your Christian pores. From They Say That I Am by Roisin Browne

http://liveencounters.net/le-poetry-2016/12-december-poetry-2016/4-roisin-browne-montbretia/

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a history and a fiction, an engine and collage where you are my addiction and I am your triage From Chance Encounter North of Union Square by Terese Coe http://www.thehypertexts.com/Terese_Coe_Poet_Poetry_Picture%20Bio.htm

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But see how well my manly beard hides humiliation. From Il Bacchino by Elsa Fischer

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I whipped like the wind to the swings, wriggled into an empty smile, pumped myself up so high, high, high— From Grosvenor Park by Naomi Foyle http://naomifoyle.com/wp/