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Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Poetry Focus: E.E. Nobbs


Eyewear is glad to welcome E.E. Nobbs (pictured) to our pages this very autumnal London Wednesday.  In 2006, E.E. Nobbs began writing poetry after she took an on-line poetry course from Bill Greenwell (Exeter U.). She lives in Prince Edward Island, Canada's smallest province.
Nerves

Sliders only cost five dollars;
replacing an entire zipper is over twenty.

I won’t have time enough
to get in touch, this week. Maybe soon.

I fall off kerbsides next to schools (someday
will break both wrists, a knee).

Once a fusty woman with a stick
accused me of lying. And stealing her apples...

Oh, so you're a poet, someone's sister
responded. Mine. My sister. That last email...

One front wheel hung over, spinning lyrics, the edge
all slick ice, a slow melt.

It doesn't look like the really bad stuff
,
said the internal specialist. (They could be wrong.)
poem by E.E. Nobbs, published online with permission of the author. 

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