Sunday 5 May 2013

3 Poems by Maude Larke


Between the stone wall
and the stone church
fistfuls of yellow, pink, purple heads.


Great-granddad was a vampire
so we all have
stakes sticking out.


Consciousness’s main product,
self-consciousness; main by-product,


Maude Larke has come back to her own writing after working in the American, English and French university systems, analyzing others’ texts and films.  She has also returned to the classical music world as an ardent amateur, after fifteen years of piano and voice in her youth.  Winner of the 2011 PhatSalmon Poetry Prize and the 2012 Swale Life Poetry Competition, she has been published in Oberon, Naugatuck River Review, Cyclamens and Swords, Mslexia, Cliterature, and Short, Fast, and Deadly, among others.

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