What are You After?
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Josephine Corcoran's inventive and unflinching debut poetry collection asks us to consider what it is we're really here for. Bold and unsentimental, her remarkable poems trace the lifelines of where we've been and where we're going to, and they aren't afraid to ask difficult questions of where we are now, either.
Corcoran's dexterity allows her to get under the skin of each poem, and to explore other lives with the same attentiveness and concision she brings to her own experiences. What Are You After is also fearlessly personal and political; these resolute poems celebrate outspoken women, working class and immigrant lives, and they refuse to look away from the harsh realities of inequality, austerity, and poverty. Throughout, the haunting texture of history, of long gone places and lost voices, is discernible just beneath the surface of the everyday present like a mirror's delicate silvering. These poems are a rare gift; tender, incisive and real.
Josephine Corcoran
Josephine Corcoran was born in Southport and moved to London when she was 12, to live with an older sister, after the death of her mother. She now lives in Wiltshire. An Arvon course when she was 30 started her writing and she was a mature student at Bournemouth and Chichester Universities before studying for an MA in Creative Writing at UEA. Her work as a short story writer and playwright has been broadcast on BBC Radio 4 and a stage play has been produced in London. Josephine is founder and editor of the online journal And Other Poems and works as a writer in schools and community settings. Her pamphlet, The Misplaced House, was published by tall-lighthouse in 2014 and What Are You After? is her first full collection of poems.
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What are You After? - Josephine Corcoran
Honeymoon
I wouldn’t call it a honeymoon,
those muffled nights in mothballed rooms.
With cake in the boot we pilgrimmed north,
taking a young marriage to old widows,
my father’s brothers dead,
their crucifixes still hanging. In each house
we were given the double bed,
my aunties inviting us to fornicate
on concave mattresses, dead men’s
seed. Had we come one week before,
you would have been given nothing
but dusty blankets on a downstairs floor.
I would have sunk, alone and deep,
into the mildewed sponge of a cousin’s bed.
My aunties would have spread
as wide as angels in their marital sheets,
their doors ajar, the solemn whispers
of their night-time prayers beating
as sweet as deathbed love-making.
But our wedding vows were said,
so we sipped tea on upright chairs
still dimpled from Brylcreemed heads,
and rolled like screws in sideways jars
on shelves in locked-up sheds.
Seven years,
one son, one daughter later,
Jesus has been sent to us.
The aunts are gone, their houses stripped.
His legs are broken. Long marriages
thrown into landfill, and we laugh
when our little children ask
about our honeymoon. I see you dreaming
down our garden path, the broken body
in your hands. You are picturing
the twist of wire you’ll use to bind his legs;
the nail, the hammer, the spirit level, the pencil
mark, the place he’ll eternally outstare us.
I love the way our daughter sings
as her finger traces our wedding rings.
Dream while losing twins
My Dad has cycled from his forties
to see me, scraps of autumn debris
in his long black hair, although it’s summer
and he was almost seventy when he died.
Naturally, he disturbs the settled classroom
but these are my favourite students
who return to their dictionaries as he lifts
a Bakelite telephone from my desk.
There is no wheelchair in this dream
so he leans on my students’ heads
and necks and shoulders to drag
and hoist and slump himself into a seat.
I speak an unknown language.
My students, here to learn English,
are delighted. My father seems
to fill the room with confidence.
He makes a performance of untangling
the spiralled cord, dials combinations
of numbers, rustles through old receipts.
"Hello? Hello?" I signal to him
but of course he carries on.
There are hours of garbled speaking
then he re-arranges the cradle
and receiver on my desk.
I can’t get through.
I watch him move away,
turn to smile at me
through a square of glass.
It’s not like leaving the cinema
when people exchange the dark
for sunlight; it’s just me awake, bleeding,
in a room sweet with energy.
Supermoon, September 2014
The twins who left us waited
thirteen years for me to see them
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