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Flask & fiction (at Pwll Du Bay)

Well Roath Park is nice like (at Roath Park)

Well, Jane -- never knew she had a body like a forest in the rain

Brand New Ancients, Kate Tempest

Boring but peaceful (at Stag Coffee)

Poetry trembles alone, only picked up to be taken apart.

“These things I know” by Kate Tempest

She knows that she is full of something New and foul and deep and free.

“The woman Tiresias” by Kate Tempest

Fuck the poem. There's a bed here and you want me in it.

“Fuck the poem” by Kate Tempest

I haven't written in ages 'cause I'd rather stare at you than stare at pages.

“Fuck the poem” by Kate Tempest

Your fingerprints stayed on my arms after you'd gone, like tea stains on a coffee table

“You eat me up and I like it” by Kate Tempest

She will march Till she feels the tarmac respond.

“The woman the boy became” by Kate Tempest

Watch him, staring at what doesn't bore him. Sun of himself. All things are his moons.

“The boy Tiresias” by Kate Tempest

The seed will grow and blossom once the flower's ground to dust.

“For My Niece” by Kate Tempest

Promising each other not to take the vital parts, While even as they mutter it, they're giving up their hearts.

“Tiresias” by Kate Tempest

And the moon hangs open and orange Like a wound in the mist.

“Tiresias” by Kate Tempest

And when she woke from nightmares, breathless, She would piece herself together Like some relic found in ash and clay, A precious, ancient necklace.

“Tiresias” by Kate Tempest

She is glass Amongst sand.

“Tiresias” by Kate Tempest

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