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Eleanor Rees
Eleanor Rees is the author of four collections of poetry. Her most recent is The Well at Winter Solstice (Salt, 2019) and her fifth collection Tam Lin of the Winter Park, in which these poems will appear, is forthcoming from Guillemot Press in May, 2022. Eleanor is senior lecturer in creative writing at Liverpool Hope University and lives in Liverpool.

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Three Poems

Poetry

April 2022

Eleanor Rees

Poetry

April 2022

ESCAPE AT RED ROCKS   I am the colour of the outside, a stillness moving like a winter tide, a new shoreline in formation,...

poetry

September 2012

Mainline Rail

Eleanor Rees

poetry

September 2012

Back-to-backs, some of the last, and always just below the view   a sunken tide of regular sound west...

Hal stands in front of the screen On the screen the words GANDALF GOES EAST   GO EAST, types Hal   The cursor flashes   BILBO GOES EAST, the screen says   The cursor flashes   Another line of text appears: GANDALF GOES WEST, it says   Hal clenches his hands once, twice He cannot progress in the game without Gandalf GO WEST, he types   The cursor flashes   BILBO GOES WEST, the screen says   Ben comes into the room and walks over to Hal He reads the words on the screen from top to bottom:   GANDALF GOES EAST   GO EAST   BILBO GOES EAST   GANDALF GOES WEST   GO WEST   BILBO GOES WEST   GANDALF GOES EAST   Hal turns to Ben How are you? Hal says   Ben stares at the screen   Stay, says Ben   How are you? Hal says again He sounds uncertain   It’s ‘stay’ says Ben Type ‘stay,’ Hal   Hal types STAY   GANDALF ARRIVES!   The cursor flashes   GO WEST, types Hal He laughs and looks at Ben   BILBO GOES WEST read the words on the screen   Ben stares at Hal as the cursor flashes   Hal turns his back on Ben and goes to the window, a red smear of light He shields his eyes against the fleeing sun How are you? he asks A woman enters with a guitar, singing Hal and Ben go east, into their neighbours’ flat The woman follows, still singing Hal and Ben see their friend Michael asleep on the couch His mouth is hanging open, his body twisted, as if he has fallen from the sky Hal and Ben shout to wake him up Michael shouts back when he opens his eyes and sees them standing above him He was dreaming of murderers and for a moment these two are the people in his dream Then he notices the cushion Hal is holding tightly to his body, and he realises who they are   Hey, how’s it going? says Michael He rubs his eyes   How are you? Hal says, smiling   Ben moves away He stands beside the singing woman and pulls a face What’s all this singing about? he says The woman ignores him and shifts her voice into a higher register The song has arrived at a moment of tension The woman has tears on her face Ben regrets the way he spoke

Contributor

August 2014

Eleanor Rees

Contributor

August 2014

Eleanor Rees is the author of four collections of poetry. Her most recent is The Well at Winter Solstice...

Crossing Over

poetry

September 2012

Eleanor Rees

poetry

September 2012

As he sails the coracle of willow and skins his bird eyes mirror the moon behind cloud. Spring tide drags west but he paddles...

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Issue No. 15

Editorial

The Editors

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Issue No. 15

In The Art of the Publisher, Roberto Calasso suggests that publishing is something approaching an art form, whereby ‘all...

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Issue No. 16

Walking Backwards

Tristan Garcia

TR. Jeffrey Zuckerman

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Issue No. 16

‘Moderne, c’est déjà vieux.’ La Féline   I.   I pretended to remember and I smiled: it was time...

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June 2013

Jean Genet in Spain

Juan Goytisolo

TR. Peter Bush

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June 2013

‘1932. Spain at the time was over-run with vermin, its beggars. They went from village to village, in Andalusia...

 

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