…sweaty, salty, fleshy, smoky, and naked (a lot), alternately provoking and playful, cheeky and sincere, uninhibited and seriously articulate…
—Jill Jones on handshake
'handshake' by Claire Albrecht
MORE POETRY BY CLAIRE ALBRECHT

The Anabranch

I dream about the Anabranch again. Luminous tubes at high speed. Like F Zero X on the Nintendo 64. But it’s nothing like that.
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Click here for four poems in the Rochford Street Review. Image is of a railway corridor between two sides of Southern Highlands burnt bushland. The chasm appears to be cut straight out of the earth.
Four poems in Rochford Street Review
Click here for Claire's poem 'cell safety' in Red Room's Writing Water project. The image is of a small rocky outcrop in the ocean. A seal sits atop the rocks.
cell safety
Click here for Claire's poem 'abstracting the contract we make with ourselves' in the Revue Post. Image shows text saying 'what do you have to be anxious about?' Four panels show scenes from Lord of the Rings, where Galadriel says 'Things that were, things that are, and some things that have not yet come to pass.
abstracting the contract we make with ourselves
Click here to read being asked how to cope, common, & still just silt, in Baby Teeth Journal
being asked how to cope, common, & still just silt
Minarets 11
Click here to read Claire's poem 'hay fever' in the Mascara Review
hay fever
Click here to read Fear and Other Feelings in the Cordite Poetry Review
fear and other feelings
Click here to read Claire's poem 'skullcrushing' in the Cordite Poetry Review
skullcrushing
Click here to read Claire's Dawson's Creek inspired poems on X (Twitter)
Creek Suites
Click here to read 'a peregrine falcon' in Cordite Poetry Review
a peregrine falcon
Click here to read 'annexiety' in Overland Poetry Journal
annexiety
Click here to read 'in remembrance of disappearing towns' in Plumwood Mountain
in remembrance of disappearing towns
Click here to read Claire's poem 'an introduction to a poet who isn't me' in Not Very Quiet Journal
introduction to a poet who isn’t me
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