Bloodaxe
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In this poem from the third of the Six Poets at the Fruitmarket Gallery, Hannah Lowe takes us into the darkness of the heart of a family: Say Say that your mother took in a lodger. An old man say, down on his luck, mostly out of the house or asleep, no bother. Say they grew
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Kapka Kassabova goes travelling in her own life for the next poem from the 16 August Fruitmarket readers: I want to be a tourist I imagine my life as a city somewhere in the third world, or the second. And I want to be a tourist in the city of my life. I want to
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For our third poem from the 16 August Fruitmarket readers, Helen Ivory takes us to the threshold between this world and the next: My Grandmother and Mrs Crow While she was dying her dead friend stayed with her all night. She wore a frayed hospital gown, and sat in a wheelchair. She was telling her
Amy Jo Philip 