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Moira Walsh

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the poet

Originally from Michigan, USA, Moira Walsh now calls southern Germany home – her poetry finding homes in a variety of Austrian and German journals. She's the author of Earthrise, and with Wilfried Schubert, Do Try This at Home. A founding member of Kollektief Dellgart, Moira has co-translated contemporary poets such as Olja Alvir, Ken Mikolowski, Halyna Petrosaniak, Maë Schwinghammer and others.

the poems

White noise, they say

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                              as if it’s all one color.


                              But then there’s the Lake:

                              a rainbow


                              of sushing and loshing and ashing

                              and flishing and sething and hayshing

Apology to local vegetables

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                              Sweet corn – hours old, stalk to table!

                              Oak-leaf lettuce, garlic scapes!

                              Beet greens, basil, cucumbers!


                              I’m sorry. On days like these

                              nothing can squeeze down my throat

                              except, after dark, some good

                              cheese and a weird combination

                              of transportation starches.

Removed

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                                    Small room, only the right

                                    twin bed mine, half

                                    the bookshelf, half the table

                                    and one chair so half

                                    time      chair      sitting


                                    I miss those tranquilisers sometimes

                                    wish I’d kept the ones they slipped

                                    in a small paper envelope

                                    for my test night at home

                                    when the ward went up in smoke

                                              someone set a bed on fire

                                    and I missed it


                                    Two weeks later the next arsonist

                                              nurses changed the sheets too soon

                                              fine ash everywhere

                                    home again for a night

                                    I missed that too


                                    If I were still delusional

                                    seeking connections at all costs

                                    I would feel responsible

                                    for incendiary

                                    absence

Publishing credits

White noise, they say / Apology to local vegetables:

  exclusive first publication by iamb

Removed: [kon] (Issue 10)

© original authors 2025

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