The colour run
Of the rainbows
Does not dampen
The adoration
For the sacrificing
Front line
So we stop for them
Momentarily
Not only when
The well meaning
Have prescribed we do
But between
Unpacking the shopping
Or drying our hair
A trickle of a thought
Enters that any one
Of us could be struck
Down as easily as a knat
By a raindrop
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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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