Tag Archives: Christine White

‘Islands’: Dragging Our Heads Back

The latest draft of the Throat of These Hours radio play, now with a rigorous reader, was hard and slow. I had to reduce – drop storylines, drop characters, drop themes, drop dialogue – and distill. Reduce and distill again. … Continue reading

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From the Shaky Isles

ISLANDS O for God’s sake they are connected underneath They look at each other across the glittering sea some keep a low profile Some are cliffs The bathers think islands are separate like them I feel so fortunate. I’ve heard gifted … Continue reading

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Throat Of These Hours: The Verifiable & The Unverifiable

THEN When I am dead, even then, I will still love you, I will wait in these poems, When I am dead, even then I am still listening to you. I will be still making poems for you out of … Continue reading

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Throat of These Hours

  from The Speed of Darkness 13 My night awake staring at the broad rough jewel the copper roof across the way thinking of the poet yet unborn in this dark who will be the throat of these hours. No. … Continue reading

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