Helen Calcutt
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‘Grief is like a miracle’: a poem by Helen Calcutt
Grief is like a miracle like opening your mouth for water, and finding rain. You stand for days outside the body of a silent church. Snow […]
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‘Allotment Evening’: a poem by Helen Calcutt
Allotment Evening You left the fire burning. The smoke stirred like a person moving among the brassicas and twine, and for a moment we thought […]
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A poem by Helen Calcutt
Death in the form of a child When you came alive, I leant in, a red flower to your whisper. What you said, was dark. Darkness, […]