Julie Irigaray
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‘Monbazillac’: a poem by Julie Irigaray
Monbazillac We know she’s going to die soon,so we’ve started clearing out her house. We spend our evenings sorting throughGranny’s photos: Mum throws all the albums from her trips with […]
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Two poems by Julie Irigaray
Bologna A terracotta forest of distorted towers: medieval Manhattan where Dante wandered. Madonnas nestled at the corner of each via: mounds of sacred hearts, altars of […]