Joseph Carrigan

 

 

Scrappedbooks

China fragments sank into the ceiling pond.
Drifts of weaponised magazines rose
from the grass. Ochre splashed
with primary blocks,
exclamation marks

the outline sharp, even through the brume.
An upturned caravan echoes
a tombstone. Pulped
paper flowers.
Wilted

condolences surrounded the shrine. Jagged
window holes gaped. I heard the
shot splintered one pane
after it left the skull
half empty.

 

 

 

Joseph Carrigan studied in Oxford and received a BA (hons) in Critical Practice and Creative Writing. He has lived in America and Japan, and currently lives in the UK, where he works as a teacher of English as a foreign language. 

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