Daniel Sluman

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the sky smudged empty as a scratch-card by the sun
the garden dripping electric green as the pill blunts

the edge of each thought into a toy knife    the bills pile

on the mat the milk firms in the fridge   & I’m so numbly content
I haven’t cried for months    while she weeps so softly I cannot hear

& a year has passed   the glaze cracks   a hairband lies in dust

under the bed    the sticky-back peels loose from my life
with no late-night drives through open roads crowded

by pine   the bliss of melancholy    pinched to a wisp

 

Daniel Sluman's poems have appeared widely in journals such as Cadaverine, Popshot, Shit Creek Review, and Under the Radar. He received an MA in Creative & Critical Writing from the University of Gloucestershire in 2012 and his debut full-length collection, Absence Has a Weight of It’sOwn, was published in 2012. His second collection, the terrible, will be published Autumn/Winter 2015, also with Nine Arches Press.