Kerrin P. Sharpe | |||||||
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Stockholmin the wooden tower of this forest the pines have cataracts and never recognise me I keep my horse close a hare runs like her bones taught her and by the silence of the lake a lifeless duck the crisp fields of her wings have all the smoothness of closed doors like translators we bring home different stories I wish I could have written this in Swedish
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Kerrin P. Sharpe’s first book Three Days in a Wishing Well was published by VUP in 2012. Her work appeared in Oxford Poets 13 (Carcanet). Her second book, There's a Medical Name for This was published August 2014 (VUP). | |||||||
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