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The Telling
About This Book
The Telling by Julia Webb is a distinctive and acutely-observed collection of poems that unravel the intricacies at the heart of human relationships â an insistent, quietly fierce tour de force from this Forward Prize commended poet. Moving and dark, we uncover the things that go unspoken between people despite their closeness.
In turning her forensic focus on what makes us human, and in particular what it is that glues us together or causes us to come apart, Julia Webb's poetry examines the wreckage of complex lives to understand where the fault lines and fractures lie. What are the stories that construct our families and relationships, and who gets to tell them? Can we trust the stories we inherit, and what happens when we recover the right to tell things for ourselves? These compelling, taut poems crackle with the electricity of the untold â of flawed humans and hurt, of daring and being, of reclaiming and persisting.
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Table of contents
- Cover
- Also by Julia Webb
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Epigraph
- Crash Site
- We werenât as connected as we could have been
- The Telling
- Since she died bits of me are missing
- Prayer for the Lack
- Difficult Relationship
- Clairvoyance
- Eventually the honey wasnât enough anymore
- The future died inside me
- Dear Ghost,
- My father, bored as a parrot
- what hides inside war
- You assure your father there will be no homecoming
- Daddish
- My father says he has forgotten how to make a storm
- Rules of the Liar Family
- girl was born
- All that Water
- Grandparents
- Relativity
- Grandma
- To whom it may concern
- Here is the house made of light that you longed for
- You hit her harder than you meant to
- Your sister is blaming you for the rain
- Ten Excuses for Not Phoning
- Comet and Moon
- When I was made of concrete
- Jewel Thief
- A perfect square of blue
- I donât believe in death
- That year there was a hurricane inside me
- After the Wedding
- And then I married Scotland
- The Hunt
- When he opened his head to the crows
- If only someone had told me the rules
- In the hospital they pricked my bright new boy with pins
- Unlucky
- Duplex
- We had nothing but love for the bird he had become
- new love
- You see love as a bonus
- That day I was a picnic rug
- Birding
- Escape
- Dear Ex,
- An Insomniac Dreams of Sleep
- Women as collateral damage
- My glasses say
- The heart is a stranger
- Fuck Body
- Selves (non existent)
- The Visitation
- DIY
- Giving Thanks
- This
- Remaking Mother
- Notes
- Acknowledgements
- About the author and this book