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The World Eats Love
The World Eats Love
The World Eats Love
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In her debut collection, Carol Edwards interlaces a narrative of characters bearing up under the weight of longing, loss, and regret. She unfolds, with reassuring tenderness, a spectrum of experiences: from stolen innocence to wasted time; from insidious monsters to bittersweet loneliness; from the heaviness of broken hearts to the hope of belonging.

She concludes with a short story—a fairy tale, of sorts—to capture in prose themes woven throughout the poems.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 25, 2023
ISBN9798215615003
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    The World Eats Love - Carol Edwards

    The World Eats Love

    Copyright © 2023 Carol Edwards

    First published in Australia in April2023 by The Ravens Quoth Press

    A picture containing dark, cave, night sky Description automatically generated

    All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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

    ISBN:

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    Cover design by Dawn Burdett

    Formatting by Kara Hawkers

    Editing by Kara Hawkers and E. Mery Blake

    for the luminous Lisa Walsh, poetic kindred spirit

    and

    for Ashlee Shepherd, sweet friend too soon gone.

    Contents

    Peeling a Tangelo

    Undead

    Our Hungers

    Tattoo

    Hurled Wishes

    Last. Words

    Sacrifice

    Old Sweatshirt

    Daydreams

    Instructions to Break Your Own Heart

    What Remains:

    Haunted

    Spectrum in Blues

    From moonstone crushed

    Carousel Horse

    Depth

    Autumn Ruins

    Last. Time

    Reunion

    Trains

    In Memory

    Forgotten Dreams

    Grow Up

    Groomed

    Mountain

    Her Version Isn’t You

    Darkened Stage

    Bird of Prey

    When the Monster Under Your Bed Has Become Your Friend

    To My Sweet Flower

    Petals

    The Love Vine

    History

    Did it Hurt When You Fell?

    Something Sweet

    My Love

    Last. Step

    Things Are Louder When It’s Cold

    The Fall

    Avalanche

    Normalize

    Last. Breath

    I’m the Lungs Now

    Apparition

    Forbidden

    Shallow Grave

    Deep Water

    Shell Lining

    Midnight Oasis

    Waiting

    Moths

    Snowbound

    Windows

    Star-Song

    Whisper-Steps of the Really-Real

    Across Dark Waters

    Found

    The Lonely Shoes: A Short Story

    Acknowledgements

    About the Author

    About the Publisher

    Peeling a Tangelo

    How strange a thing it is

    to stop short in the kitchen

    mid-peel over the trash

    and marvel at the translucence

    of a tangelo slice

    sunlight plumped inside

    a thin skin so easily burst,

    shadow of the pit

    a bit forward in its demand

    to be granted analogy.

    Perhaps it is the second or third

    meaning in a poem,

    mysterious and indistinct

    but clearly visible

    when one holds the verses

    up to the light like a color slide,

    though application of force

    to squeeze it out mars form and feeling

    and makes a gushy mess.

    Maybe let the seed be

    and eat it with the rest—it may

    gestate inside a while

    become nothing, just break down

    and expel, or perhaps it will stick around,

    settle into your cells,

    which is what it intended anyway.

    Undead

    dreams…

    hopes…

    home…

    these words resurge a lot—

    my hands return empty

    grasping for different ones—

    their ghosts cling

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