Tag Archives: A.g. Synclair

We Are Poetry

If they asked me I would list the moments in order I’m talking to my boyfriend Yes I can help you I miss you how is that possible and another day fades A.g. Synclair is the editor and publisher of The … Continue reading

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The Ego Has Landed

There was nothing to fear then that first morning when the snow turned us away and I fell in love with the hands of a bird. It was colder then distance fractured by time bombs. These notes remind me that … Continue reading

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Magpies

I knew nothing of Magpies or what it might be like to fall those nights were a fast moving train, ticket stamps wore infidel smiles. Normal is a purple sky tucked away in a dresser drawer I knew nothing of … Continue reading

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Knowing

Winter is a poem written on her back a warm coat hanging on a cross the first page of that book. There is no inspiration in a bluster of trees. She strayed from the others, she is a bird. Fishing … Continue reading

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