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The Paper Sky
The Paper Sky
The Paper Sky
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This is the first published collection of poems by El Gruer, a performance poet whose work has earned her the title ‘The People’s Poet’. El’s writing is rooted in the belief that poetry is for everyone and she aims to make poetry something to be experienced rather than just read.
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Release dateApr 28, 2015
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    The Paper Sky - El Gruer

    Copyright © El Gruer 2015

    First published in 2015 by the Canterbury Press Norwich

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    Canterbury Press is an imprint of Hymns Ancient & Modern Ltd (a registered charity)

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    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher, Canterbury Press.

    The Author has asserted her right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the Author of this Work

    British Library Cataloguing in Publication data

    A catalogue record for this book is available

    from the British Library

    978 1 84825 767 2

    Typeset by Regent Typesetting

    Printed and bound in Great Britain by CPI Group (UK) Ltd, Croydon

    Contents

    Paper Sky

    Hoods

    The Cousin-hood

    You asked me

    When Leaves Fall

    Winter

    Spring

    Summer

    Autumn

    Winter

    Spring

    The same sky

    The Cruellest Word in Mother-hood

    A Lullabye

    Misconception

    Homebirth

    Greenhome

    April

    Venison Stew Recipe

    Scars tell stories

    I asked for bread

    The Robin

    The Half of It

    Trafficked

    Rwanda 1994

    Svay Pak, Cambodia 2013

    Gardening Tools 1988

    Describe to me the Post-war

    Eating Ate Away at Me

    A Fix of Addiction

    Chopping

    Anniversary

    Arcades

    Afternoon Tea for One

    On Writing Love

    Notes Found in a Trench

    Artism

    Inheritance

    The Lemon Drizzle Love Song

    Genealogies

    The Wedding

    Crosswords

    Hospital Bed – A week in the Death of

    The Log Cabin

    Elderly should be Senile and not Heard

    Moments fold

    Milk Bottle Memory

    Becoming Lilian

    Sunday Liturgy

    Three Red Carnations

    I wear on my sleeve, in blood

    Sunday School

    Author

    I’m Sorry, Japan

    Acorn

    Weeping birds, don’t cry

    God in a Box

    Decompose our self plaster-casted pasts

    For You,

    With love

    x

    In the half-blink of morning,

    I crawl to you in a whisper.

    Preface

    This collection was written from a heart longing to vocalise the breadth of human experience. These poems are a library of voices, both imagined and actual. Although none of these voices are explicitly mine, I am in all of them. I chose to step into the footsteps of the everyone and the no one.

    Some of the longer poems are written for the stage and you may benefit from reading them aloud and some of the shortest can be used as meditations for the soul.

    The Paper Sky also contains two series of poems that communicate a wider narrative, When Leaves Fall and Becoming Lilian.

    I invite you into the raw space that all of these voices inhabit, in the hope that in experiencing others’ heartbeats, we would also meet our own gaze. It is my prayer that you might find an echo of yourself; after all, in the silence after gunshots, we are all one.

    In the gasps

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