Originally from West Virginia, but now living in London and working for a bat conservation charity, Laura Del Col Brown is a writer whose work has appeared in the publications Crannóg, Maudlin House, and Poor Yorick Journal as well as in the UK-based Poem Flyer project.
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Giacometti
In the exhibition
Where my father had planned to go
Warm-blooded shadows
And slices of faces
Took space as completion.
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In the Kafka Museum
A report spreads its pages
To receive its true meaning;
So think those
With non-detachable fingers.
Ten lines of pain
Have been pinned under glass.
We lean through a century —
Your son will live forever —
Then straighten up
Lest they ask after daughters.
A jackdaw calls
From time to time.
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The Same Province of Nothingness
Although I know
that humans lived and died
long before anybody
thought to plant a garden
And though I know
that pearly gates would shimmer
with the agony
of a million violated oysters
And though I know
the brain pours out comfort
to lighten its load
before handing itself in for scrap
And though I know
the most beautiful of vases
only seems to fill the space
between our glare and oblivion’s
And though I know
what people will say
Yet still I feel
that you and I will go
to the same province of nothingness
and that the hum of eternity
will sound a little different for our chord
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