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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
 

 

Mercy
Have none.

A kind
Of convalescence

Stripped bare
Of cure or consequence.

Loneliness
A kind of illness

Yet in this city,
Someone moving

Whose presence in it…
Do you imagine

Looking in
Or out

Of windows