List: poetry | Curated by Mhàiri C Camhanaich

Jan 2, 2023

27 stories

poetrya collection of my own poetry
Mhàiri C Camhanaich
Theythey cut down the hawthorn tree,
scattered red berries amongst reddening leaves, 
leaving nothing but an awkward stump
to show for all its…
Dec 28, 2022
7
Dec 28, 2022
7
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in
Scuzzbucket
and breathei have been picking at that sun-yellow wound
that buttery Neptune 
too far for the eye to perceive.
on the horizon line, 
the fish are…
Nov 29, 2022
1
Nov 29, 2022
1
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the vivid hillsthese dying leaves feel like
kissing someone new with a face that feels familiar.
it makes me wonder at the idea of linear time — 
where a…
Nov 3, 2022
2
Nov 3, 2022
2
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Ammonitecracked open, revealed truth 
of something dead long ago.
sediments of filaments,
chipping away slow and steady. 
deft fingers, the neck…
Oct 4, 2022
1
Oct 4, 2022
1
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Mhàiri C Camhanaich
in
Scuzzbucket
vignette of a woundtoday the day is red,
red like blood,
read upon the bathroom floor, the thigh,
the insistent picking 
apart, picking up
of lines thrown…
Sep 22, 2022
Sep 22, 2022
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Growing PainsA poem on connection
Aug 12, 2022
7
Aug 12, 2022
7
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Winter, thawingA tribute to my seasons
May 25, 2022
1
May 25, 2022
1
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Dead Dogmasi have come with hands outstretched…
May 30, 2022
4
May 30, 2022
4
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SwanA poem on forbidden love
Jun 22, 2022
1
Jun 22, 2022
1
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half empty(TW: mental illness, depression, suicide)
Jul 1, 2022
1
Jul 1, 2022
1
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A cup of coffeeAn ode to what gets me up in the morning
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022
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TodayA poem about the present moment
May 11, 2022
8
May 11, 2022
8
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Mhàiri C Camhanaich
Supernovatonight i watch you, 
i watch how the wind sways you,
the firmament firmly smeared across 
your cheek.
it is soft, caressing,
the way the…
Apr 24, 2022
Apr 24, 2022
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Human bodiesA dedication to the human form
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022
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Echoes(CW: blood, gore detail)
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022
Mhàiri C Camhanaich
wildi planned to get better in march
but i didn’t have a calendar to mark it down on
the ‘to do’ list lay, sunbleached and forgotten,
as…
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022
Mhàiri C Camhanaich
in
Genius in a Bottle
AvidityTales from the bedroom, part 2
Apr 13, 2022
1
Apr 13, 2022
1
Mhàiri C Camhanaich
Finally, wholeA non-love poem
Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022

poetry

a collection of my own poetry

They

they cut down the hawthorn tree, scattered red berries amongst reddening leaves, leaving nothing but an awkward stump to show for all its…

and breathe

i have been picking at that sun-yellow wound that buttery Neptune too far for the eye to perceive. on the horizon line, the fish are…

the vivid hills

these dying leaves feel like kissing someone new with a face that feels familiar. it makes me wonder at the idea of linear time — where a…

Ammonite

cracked open, revealed truth of something dead long ago. sediments of filaments, chipping away slow and steady. deft fingers, the neck…

vignette of a wound

today the day is red, red like blood, read upon the bathroom floor, the thigh, the insistent picking apart, picking up of lines thrown…

Growing Pains

A poem on connection

Winter, thawing

A tribute to my seasons

Dead Dogmas

i have come with hands outstretched…

Swan

A poem on forbidden love

half empty

(TW: mental illness, depression, suicide)

A cup of coffee

An ode to what gets me up in the morning

Today

A poem about the present moment

Supernova

tonight i watch you, i watch how the wind sways you, the firmament firmly smeared across your cheek. it is soft, caressing, the way the…

Human bodies

A dedication to the human form

Echoes

(CW: blood, gore detail)

wild

i planned to get better in march but i didn’t have a calendar to mark it down on the ‘to do’ list lay, sunbleached and forgotten, as…

Avidity

Tales from the bedroom, part 2

Finally, whole

A non-love poem

Mhàiri C Camhanaich