Tag: Kate O’Shea
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‘The Somnambulist Who Stood Still’ by Kate O’Shea
The Somnambulist Who Stood Still 1. Odorous Don’t warble. She smells you for her own. His scarf is a garrotte, her on all fours. Hors d’oeuvre. Opens no doors. Whores. Don’t warble. She is not what she seems. She is real, mean; eats dwarves, oscillates on fat fingers, odorous dreamer, osseous tail – […]
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Kate O’Shea is a crack poet
Eggs His poems are words upon words like eggs smeared with henshit. They could be free range or organic – who knows? Too calculated to be risky. I buy 30 for 1.99 in Liberties Market and dodge small boys with girls’ earrings who have never heard of Jackson Pollock but make an impression on […]