At home where
These carers
Can't garner
Eye contact
From partners
Echoing
Sorrows down
Backlit voids
The bed goes
Unmade, stale
Bread toasted
In staff rooms
Nationwide
Soaks bitter
Laugher from
The close air
The carers
Say Yes mine's
The same poor
Love then wash
Their hands to
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Alyssia MacAlister is a writer, editor, artist and mother, who lives with her partner in Brighton. On both page and stage, Alyssia is concerned with exploring narratives with a poetic frame, finding the beautiful in the strange. In writing she can find unspoken traumas and the meanings behind silences. Wide-ranging past interests include virtual reality and the female body, spiders and grief. Alyssia’s specialty is prose poetry, but she often works in found poetry and experiments with more traditional verse. In addition, Alyssia writes lucid fiction and essays, while also creating artwork mostly in pencil. She also has a scalpel eye for editing any kind of poetry or prose and can produce poetry workshops.
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