Nata Yanchur: Visuals. Sammi Gale: text + live reading. A space in flux — ,shifting, flickering, captivating, blinking,

‘So cried the stars to the fishermen’

i.

i used to play blink

with the gene pool

toads in the tapioca

there lies a michelin

star: meteor shower

/   /   /

last time it blinked

i think robin oliver

rolled all over lilliput

lily reviewed the last

helipad: blades, light

baked in, the crowd 

made hard hats of it

like finding cocaine 

in snow, my song

come data moat

um the light it has

this buff slant

effect that polishes

you contactless

bottlenecked light

in unseasonable heat

she only sleeps in

the mirror when i 

count chicken hearts 

in a teacup: 8, 7

desilver that bullet

ii.

i have played sunken costs

with the plunge pools: only

a toad in a stranglehold

wakes the michelin man

for drawn out meteors

/  /  /

two prayers in to this 

sweatlodge and my sweat is

caught up in the reshuffle

dreams of head of department

gone to boil the reservoir

he split the old toaster 

like cracked paint

glittering and alone

a station carved 

in volcanic rock

we say our new names

to our martinis and scrub:

hedge sand against the dollar

and miss jenny’s talk and

shivers run up the flagpole

dear artists, is a stick figure 

in a warm hall in winter

still sticklike if he blinks

toe to toe with the gabba

sound baths, this one

she could sail saltwind 

into tears: light gulps

as the sunsets unionise 

like a mop remembers fire

the shoeshines of a shoeshine

Sammi Gale

Venue: The Chapel, 21 Old Ford Road, E2 9PL

Access: We are working to make our Grade II listed building more accessible but it will take some time. If you require access support (including our portable ramps), please get in touch via emily@stmargaretshouse.org.uk

Date: Friday 23th July 

Times: 6.30-8.30pm