Wednesday, 31 October 2012

'... She feeds the kid goats at the table, out of bottles. Old body parts we no longer need.'

'No one mentions the dead bird hanging in the hall.
Tommy takes a stick to it. Feathers fall across the rug
which our grandpa dragged over from the orchard fields.
Makes it smell of blood apples. Of carol-singing cheeks,
their glow nicked straight out of the freezer...'

It's Hallowe'en, folks! To celebrate, for the next 24 hours, I'm offering signed copies of my poetry collection 'The Hungry Ghost Festival,' postage free, to wherever you happen to be. x

The Hungry Ghost Festival - Jen Campbell
published by The Rialto

Postage Free - £5.50

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