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pre/mo/cognition, optimism is a mutated mule

Poems by kerry rawlinson

Car headlights in poem by Sandra sortwell makau

pre/mo/cognition

there’s something happening that I can’t quite
catch. something hiding, birthing,
like the egg of a maggot, itching
to hatch, quite slight—
barely there—

optimism is a mutated mule


About the Author – Ken Cathers

Kerry Rawlinson

kerry rawlinson is a mental nomad & bloody-minded optimist who wandered west from a Zambian gestation & landed in Canada. Recipient of 2024’s New Millennium Writings & Canterbury Poetry Prizes; 2023’s Princemere Prize and long/shortlisted for others, e.g. HUNGRY HILL Poetry for PoliticsBridport, Foster; Palette, her recent poetry acceptances include: SHINE Poetry Series; League of Canadian PoetsThe Ex-Puritan; Qwerty; PrimeNumber; Pinholelow hanging fruit; filling Station; IceFloe; Grain. kerry wanders barefoot through dislocation & belonging, enthralled with the gore, music, brutality & beauty of the world—and still drinks too much (tea). kerryrawlinson.com @kerryrawli


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