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Rebecca Ferrier

An owl (Google say's it's a barn owl) sitting on a leather gauntlet.

The Lies of Owls

Rebecca Ferrier explores truth, doubt, and lies in poetry, and looks at how poems can act as windows into our past selves
The Dowry of Hera

The Dowry of Hera

by Rebecca Ferrier — I am training myself in happiness through lemons: / think well, dart citrus to tongue, take joy’s embalmment as sweet lemonade. / Between an avenue of knuckle is a pip I squeeze from joint / and plant to yellow the outside.

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