Their presence

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  • Published 20230801
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-86-3
  • Extent: 200pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

Straight away you’re taller, sprung firm and
spry by their ecstatic vocal runs and upscaling,
by their tripping lightly over pages of dogma

in the opening chorus of the ‘Magnificat’.
To hear such voices rise above the swaying
strings, and airs of blown breath, continuo

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Kathryn Fry

Kathryn Fry’s poetry has appeared in Antipodes, Cordite Poetry Review, Not Very Quiet, Westerly, Verandah and Science Write Now. Her collections Green Point Bearings...

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