“Sunday Snippets”

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Lazy and sunny and sleepy Sunday evenings can blur by. So, we’ve decided that every week we’ll release some “Sunday Snippets” from the latest Page on our Twitter. We’ll put them on here too.

First up this week, is Hannah Spector’s ‘[peeling glass], which begins:
‘the world
was made of fuzzy
glass and all
that was needed
of my body
was stillness
so my mother
could wield
me lightly across
the rocks.’

Next is a short excerpt from Jonathan Larson’s prose-piece ‘Eye 1’:

‘just a slim niblet I take into my hand as he takes into his hand but not yet into my pocket as he not yet into his pocket because it is not mine until I give back  nothing really  just brain space 1 gestured token 1 scale on which to set and consider the generational exchange  taking and naeming   1 airrift between A & E’

The third is the opening stanza to Marie McGrath’s poem ‘Strange Man’:

After you cried the night before,

babbling moronic like you’d

never learned to speak at all,’

 

The final for this week comes from Erik Pederson’s short poem ‘Brush with death’…

& the best part of the car wash

occurs when the engorged red brushes come

and slap my car in unision’

They’re all from the first side of Page 20. We’ll tweet from the other side next week. If you’ve been lured in by these excerpts – then buy a copy from here to touch and smell and read for yourself.

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