Jen Crawford

Jen Crawford

Jen Crawford's recent poetry is collected in the book Koel (Cordite Books, 2016) and the chapbook Lichen Loves Stone (Tinfish Press, 2015). Earlier works include Admissions (Five Islands Press, 2000) and Bad Appendix (Titus Books, 2008).

'umbrella' by Jen Crawford | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

States of Poetry ACT - Series One 22 February 2016
what we'll do is remove the dusty fly-spotted umbrella light-shade from over the bed, and we'll put there something that catches the will of the leaves outside the windows and holds it in the centre of the room. a leaf doesn't have an individual life, but it seems to, and the green at the middle of that life is what I'll feed you. that will come in as milk, translucent blue humming calculation of ... (read more)

'reshelve' by Jen Crawford | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

States of Poetry ACT - Series One 22 February 2016
in decades past a series of dykes was known as the veniceof the floods themselves, with a sweet sap once the prey has entered the trapthe leaf closes, and within about 30 secondsa senior minister has touchedtwo or three trigger hairs, bristles on the distinction betweenprivate beliefs and public morality,his bottomline. about two weeks later, north of the trapat the city's shuttered airport,pse ... (read more)

Extracts from 'abandoned house music' by Jen Crawford | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

States of Poetry ACT - Series One 22 February 2016
messenger   I mother a scorching fenceI mother a child against a fence and the cry here come the shellshocked to arm the dayhere come collectors for the shells amber cry nest-thief seed-eye sownfor others to reap     planet of weeds   wild berries underfoot, drunken forests benddown into the shape of their children,tallish gardens. necklace spines fallow brownset ... (read more)

'did, have' by Jen Crawford | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

States of Poetry ACT - Series One 22 February 2016
my mum, being this, terribly emotional, also some part, egalitarian,'I give him six months, then he won't be, any longer. and shewho is afraid of the mobiletelephone under clock water when the print reverses, St Pancras, the HardyTree necked in hours, of roots, of entry, oublié, headstonesclicking crabclawtelegraphy, unaddition, s'il vous plait while him, happening to die on an aeroplane, indee ... (read more)