The Maggot on Maple Street: My Poetry Collection

My new collection that drops on Sunday

The Maggot on Maple Street is my collection of poetry that drops this coming Sunday! Kick off the new year with the latest from yours truly!

Critics are calling it “unsurpassed in English poetry” and “greater than we yet know”.

This collection takes inspiration from posts such as Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, Allen Ginsberg & more! Like Sylvia Plath, I am ambitious and hope that this collection helps to propel me into the land of opportunity.

Bare Fruits 

Ripe figs pool in starch white knickers and socks; cowering in the trenches, unprepared for the war. I was just shy of eleven when they signed me up. Kissing Barbie goodbye, I waved wearily at my new companion—an absorbent pad that smelled faintly of roses. To the peanut gallery, my labia is no longer something fragile, rather a vessel to be butchered by a baby’s head, a looming crystal ball pushing through the crimson petals; fatty white. Rare blue stitches in a domestic line, undercooked. 

Arranged on the grass, gagged with cotton balls, blindfolded with floured leather. Wired, they bury their heads in our bare fruits, clicking their tongues like mad cows. Iron wrung, we show them what it’s like to be a blacksmith. Ring my bell, ring it clear, ring it well. I will know if you put a finger out of place, up the depressed bead that submits; the wide-mouthed quarry . 

They scoop the meat from young coconuts, soft flesh, laboured impressions. O’ God, don’t let me shake, quiver, or shiver. We must bleed, bleed into the river. — Bare Fruits (The Maggot on Maple Street) by Courtenay Schembri Gray

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