Malu Bremer was born in the Netherlands, and graduated with an M.A. in Film and Theatre Studies (2010) and an M.A. in English Literature & Linguistics (2012) from the University of Antwerp, Belgium. She travelled to perform her poetry in Vienna, Prague and Dublin, before being accepted to Trinity College’s M.Phil in Creative Writing in 2011. Her short story “After The Tone” was recently published in the Oscar Wilde Centre anthology “A Thoroughly Good Blue.”
Dance’adore
Smaller and greater sorrows do not diminish me.
Water nor light tend the song
That makes me grow.
Dance a door, says imagination.
Dance a tiger on fire.
Time stops for no one,
And I have things to do here.
In chaos we find our most beautiful weeds, when words.
But do not fall for the sake
Of the bruises.
Of Hollow Men and Running Backwards
Hell is right this way
I die slowly at your hands
As the descent falls
Thine is life is for
Thine is the symbol of our
Age but none make us
Can’t exist without
The procrastinating bit
Of explanation
Have the true answer
While religion does say
So, yet both are wrong
Down from where you hung
Yourself or identify
Your body after
Of Kindnesses and Cold Steps
Of kindnesses and cold steps and
These things happen in between
My ears and
Fill my mouth with slippery flavours
Sweet slipping the rope that ties us in a bind
But I have never known the secret
That makes you you
Want to pry it from your eyes that
Slip between us
Like a fire
Jumping From Cathedrals
effect air;
safely, in the pillow of your lap
lap cat,
yes stretch
‘oh’ is right, then
off your shoulder, more
lies
stubbles for kisses and honey for
flies, then
yes, effect stare
saw-ry, words for
tries,
nice, like giggles for misses then
yes flesh;
oh
into a pillowy heap
effect;
lap land,
yes
no.
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