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Likestarlings is a place for talking in poems. We pair poets with poets and they write a sequence of six new works by responding in turn to one another. Our palaver blog goes beyond poetry to discuss collaboration in theory and in practice. Please take a look, and feel free to add comments, opinions and suggestions here. Read poems here
 

What is known?

 

Today, I kissed the lips of a dying man,

held his fingers cool to my face, gazed

 

at his bright yellow skin. Almost blind,

his body arrowed, his voice sang clear

 

with grace, and wit. We cried, and at once

gave up crying, our loosed water draining

 

the serif  from our words. Our dry words,

now un-forming, lines, curves uncurling,

 

now gathering behind bone, near the heart,

at a place only light, or birds, may describe.