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Eleanor Rees
Eleanor Rees is the author of four collections of poetry. Her most recent is The Well at Winter Solstice (Salt, 2019) and her fifth collection Tam Lin of the Winter Park, in which these poems will appear, is forthcoming from Guillemot Press in May, 2022. Eleanor is senior lecturer in creative writing at Liverpool Hope University and lives in Liverpool.

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Three Poems

Poetry

April 2022

Eleanor Rees

Poetry

April 2022

ESCAPE AT RED ROCKS   I am the colour of the outside, a stillness moving like a winter tide, a new shoreline in formation,...

poetry

September 2012

Mainline Rail

Eleanor Rees

poetry

September 2012

Back-to-backs, some of the last, and always just below the view   a sunken tide of regular sound west...

She-dog   He wrote to tell me his dog had died I wanted to be her, I wanted him to cry for me, to hug me I fall I stretch my legs The detachment of the spirit is like a sedative Life slips away in a succession of images Streets Nights The danger of passing cars Before dying, the stars give out their last glitter to the puddles     La perra   Me escribió para decirme que su perra murió Quise ser su perra para que me llore y abrace Caigo Extiendo las patas El desprendimiento del espíritu como un calmante La vida se escurre en una sucesión de imágenes Calles Noches El peligro de los autos Antes de morir, las estrellas entregan su último resplandor a los charcos     Wrong   Today I dreamt I dialed any number and you answered I told you I was naked and that someone was after me You told me to hang up, and that nobody would get hold of me You are getting older in my dreams, the snow colours your hair white You are staring at the tired body of a rat unable to make its way through the ice You don’t know whether to push it towards the flakes of death or towards the coffins of snow     Equivocado   Hoy soñé que marcaba un teléfono cualquiera y me atendías Te dije que estaba desnuda y que alguien corría tras de mí Me respondiste que colgara, y que nadie debía alcanzarme Estás envejeciendo en mis sueños, la nieve te dibuja canas Mirás el cuerpo cansado de una rata que no puede hacer camino a través del hielo No sabés si patearla hacia los copos de la muerte o hacia los ataúdes de la nieve

Contributor

August 2014

Eleanor Rees

Contributor

August 2014

Eleanor Rees is the author of four collections of poetry. Her most recent is The Well at Winter Solstice...

Crossing Over

poetry

September 2012

Eleanor Rees

poetry

September 2012

As he sails the coracle of willow and skins his bird eyes mirror the moon behind cloud. Spring tide drags west but he paddles...

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Interview

August 2013

Interview with Marvin Gaye Chetwynd

Ben Eastham

Interview

August 2013

Four or so years ago, at what was then the single Peckham establishment to serve a selection of sandwiches...

feature

May 2011

On the Relative Values of Humility and Arrogance; or the Confusing Complications of Negative Serendipity

Annabel Howard

feature

May 2011

On a distinctly drizzly Wednesday evening in February a friend of mine looked at me and said: ‘Only those who...

Art

March 2015

Tropenkoller

Lothar Hempel

Art

March 2015

Taking the title Tropenkoller (Tropical Madness), German artist Lothar Hempel’s latest exhibition at Stuart Shave/Modern Art, London (Feb 27-Mar...

 

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