Tim Relf
If you look closely
everything is muddled, everything is metaphor. For example:
today a woman was jumping up and down on a pogo–stick.
Actually, she was pumping up a car tyre,
but that’s not what I glimpsed,
glancing past. The answer clearly is to neither stop nor
stare. See. Suddenly you’re water. Or at least water–like.
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but that’s not what I glimpsed,
glancing past. The answer clearly is to neither stop nor
stare. See. Suddenly you’re water. Or at least water–like.
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.
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Tim Relf’s work has appeared in The Spectator, Acumen, Bad Lilies, The Rialto, Stand, Under the Radar, The Frogmore Papers, Poetry Salzburg, Wild Court, One Hand Clapping and The Friday Poem. He is an alumnus of Faber’s Advanced Poetry Academy, was awarded a place on Writing East Midlands’ 2022/2023 mentoring scheme, and was 2023 poet-in-residence at Leicester Botanic Garden. His most recent novel, which was published by Penguin, has been translated into more than 20 languages.
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