Bon Appetit!

A poem of mine (called “Planting Eyes”) has been included in the latest issue of Carapace (no. 86). It’s about potatoes, lack of basic education and care for children and vegetable gardening, as poems usually are.

I love this issue of Carapace (and not only because I have a poem in it). The little stapled book feels more like a bountiful harvest than a poetry collection. In a way, I suppose it is a harvest. Each month Finuala Dowling scatters seeds into our inboxes, and we germinate poems in response. The harvest – a selection of juicy, fat, crisp, peppery and ripened poems to bite into. Bon Appetit!

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